But I can't



I want to burn down my bed

Because we once 'made-love' in it

I want to scratch off my skin

Because I once let you touched it

I want to take a knife to my couch

Because we once cuddled upon it

I want to smash my walls with a hammer

Because you once held me against them

I want to bring an end to this life

Because you once shared it with me



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Ranting Is A PostPoem Passion

apparently. I feel like a novice. Boyfriend got told - I lost some angst and anger reading it. Thanks ~Stella~



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pots gotta let off steam...

he was no boyfriend, he was a dictative opressor 

Much Love