i hate you (cheater)
By whisperer
I hate you. Do you know that?
You lied to me
Fucking with how I feel
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“I love you”
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It was a lie wasn't it, all of it, none of it -of us- was real.
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I don't need you! -i won't feed you-
I want you to DIE motherfucker!
Thoughts swarm around in my head,
Thoughts of running you through.
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I knew you'd come around sweetheart, you can't stay mad at me forever'
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Drawing you close
You think I'll whisper seductive words in your ear
My sweet smile turns into a smirk
I put my hands on your shoulders
And pull you down forcefully down on my knee
I push you down to the ground
I toss a brick up and down
Your eyes widen in realization and fear
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ill smash it in his head in reality or in my dreams
its no surprise that you turn me on and leave but whether its knife to
your throat or a tear on your knee
one way or another that fucking bitch is leavin me
i told i loved you once
i guess it never made an impression until youre over your head and im definately
gonna leave an impression like all over your head
indentations red and bleeding im still seething its not leaving
this feeling of killing you
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Tracing the fresh bleeding dents all over your head
Bringing my fingers close to my face
Such a facinating elixr, so beautiful, so perfectly red.
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Shaking my head incredulously to get out of this almost hypnotic state
I pull out a knife, I flip it open, your blood smears on the blade
It looks so enticing on the cold silver metal
I fight the urge to clean it off with my tongue
I so badly want a taste
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Thoughts of you being unfaithful flash across my mind
I grit my teeth
I cut your shirt to shreds
A locket comes into view
I open it and narrow my eyes at the picture of your lover inside
My anger seeths
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oooooh you've been sneakin around
narrowed eyes and gritting teeth blinded by tears i sit and seethe
oh lord how did the blade get stuck in your eye
ha
for all of me sitting in you confidence lost in your vicious sedatives
called words and arms of loving respite i cant stop stabbing your chest
breast and groin and if they can afford it your auto[sy will be one pretty
coin
and fuck it
that locket on your chect goes deep in with the rest but i get your heart
and every other part of you i claimed and mine.....
no dental i.d.
no fingerprints all they find is slashed flesh of yours and incense
cuz ive been running back and forth between you and my sense o fright and
wrong
you invited me in
thats where the trouble began yet all those words still got in the way
yet
here i sit relentless and giving in to the wrathfull sin
fuck me it feels good since heart is where the hurt is
Breathing heavily
I stare down at the bloody mess that is you
Remembering the one time you swore
That you'll always be mine
You're such a fucking liar
You said I was your everything, your one and only, your beloved devine.
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I asked you if you promised that you'd love me forever...
I carve an 'X' on your still cold heart
Because that's what you said: 'Cross my heart and hope to die'
So, your promises means nothing to me now, because it was all a fucking
LIE!
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Running a hand through my hair
I get up off of you and walk away
Leaving you there
I probably won't care later or remember this day
But now you're dead, and I'm glad, because now
[so dont talk to me to look at me dont think of me you motherfuckin cheater
i know your fake the pedestaled mistake how dare you]
I'll never have to believe another word you say!
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Comments on "i hate you (cheater)"
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On Thursday, December 20, 2007, Templer
(22) wrote:
Oh my god. This was a very interesting piece to read. I can't I ever felt like this but it still works wonders on the mind to think about it. Keep up the good work.
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On Wednesday, November 21, 2007, Sticky Kitty
(242) wrote:
that's what poetry is for...venting your rage. lovely in all its angry passion. Thank you -kitty
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On Friday, November 9, 2007, RubyXero
(484) wrote:
Pain and hate mixed...most dull it down but you write out every thought...good.
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On Thursday, November 8, 2007, Chimauron
(87) wrote:
er, I meant Rage. My bad.
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On Thursday, November 8, 2007, Chimauron
(87) wrote:
Rgae and sorrow blend to create a volatile mix like a fuel-air bomb. Dreadful and spectacular write.