I Hate YouI hate you.I Hate You4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I hate how you tease me
I hate your smug white face, your
I want to rip you up,
tear you limb from limb,
crush shreds of you into a ball and
hurl you across the room in frustration.
I want to groan and bury my hands
in my hair, tears of exasperation making
my eyes sting.
But what will that achieve?
There will be one less piece of paper in this world,
I will not suddenly find the right words arising
out of the thick fog in my head.
No words will spill from the tip of my pen in
that satisfying babble, like a spontaneous spurt
of vomit from a baby.
In a way, it is almost masturbatory.
I try and try to come, wanting that exhilarating
rush of endorphins, needing it so badly that it
I need to feel like I have a purpose,
a reason for being here
And this is all I have to offer to the world.
I need to get it out, please God...
The more I strain for release, the more I realise that
nothing is going to happen.
trans.she had burgundy locks that appeared bedraggled yet vivacious and flocculent, matching her sanguine cheeks. large, masculine hands which were soso venerable yet soso elegant and an aura of vulnerability yet unwavering power.trans.4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
her eyes were almost ebony. deep, dark but entrancing; worthy of admiration and envy.
her face was an image of (im)perfection. blue lips, tragic smile and porcelain skin. everything - all the tears, vexation, suffering - concealed yet emphasized within a convincing and immaculate mask.
once it was removed, (s)he was still beautiful.