Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Freak Out

I'm scared, I'm fuckin' scared. I smell something vaguely lemony. I'm hurting. I'm confused. I know what I want but I can't get it! I know it can be mine, but not right now! I'm scared shitless, 'cause I dont know what to do. I'm going to tear you open. I'm going to hurt you. I shouldn't have let you be vulnerable. Should've kicked you off my porch on day one, but no, I didn't. I felt you, felt you needed something. Decided I should be the one to help you, but no, I should've turned around and walked away from that one.

I'm stuck, one ankle tangled in the quagmire that is you. If I pull it out, I may break it. If I pull it out, I will break you.

So here I stand. Stuck. Until I decide it's stupid for me to die here of starvation when one clean tug will set me free.

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