| Written: AUG 21, 2003 |
I would meet you just to have you slap me
and walk away.
Crawling to you,
Even just to be spat upon.
I disgust myself,
so how can it not be so for you?
With all the pain reflected in those eyes,
does only the love wash over me?
I want you to go and be rid of me,
I am not worthy of your kind.
But I fear you’ll listen and leave me,
I, resting in severed ties, remain alone.
A last touch of phantom hair,
A stolen look from flat green eyes.
Come to be in violence if you must,
but after when you see through the tears.
Think on this broken man,
and dwell on a reason to stay.
