. kill me .
where is my life?
where is my love?
It is encapsulated in the heart and mind of one that does not love me.
I have scratched, clawed for her love,
yet she sees only another.
what am I to her?
perhaps a good fuck.
I am longing,
I am unknowing,
and he is such a motherfucker.
why does she not see what she means to me?
or does she, and does she not care?
I am discarding my other lovers for her,
and she does not even understand the significance of this.
and why am I doing this for her?
what seperates her from the others.........?
It is because of one point,
she is perfect.
she is everything I have longed for,
everything I have needed,
everything I have wanted but not til now found,
yet I fear it is too late for me.
I have others asking for my attentions,
yet I snub them so profusely,
seeking that which is beyond my grasp,
and she sees not.
so whenever you see me,
fuck me,
hit me,
kill me,
what difference does it make to her?