They say those who battle themselves daily
holding everyone at bay with
their crutches, their "woe-is-me, I-need-your-help,
will never win.
They say there's a fine line between love and hate
and once it's crossed there's no going back. Oh
it took you long enough.
They say misery breeds creativity, they say a lot of things
and so did you. Gut-wrenching , bet you didn't even know
you could hold such despicable...
Neither did I.
They say an arrested point of reference comes from
a lack of an opposite spectrum.
How so? Simply not true.
I wish you
days driven to distraction
no privacy, abrasive lovers,
toxic people, a heart ripped out and
hauled away to the nearest local landfill
since that's the only way
you will ever truly be happy.