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Regurgitated dreams

and a handful of hopes

slipping grain-like through my fingers 

promisisng the earth

as it cracks withered and drying.

desolation and anticipation

brings the threat of pleasure

like the seed of hope without 

the chance of bursting open.

Endless gurantees of endless possibilities

and your stupid God damn provisos.

rape the last drop with insistence, 

take all you can,

Im already dead inside.

with all the graciousness afforded

you'd think you could at least 

turn away when I cry?

Instead you watch,

a look of  abomination 

carved into your hateful eyes

and ice cold detachment 

running down your spine.

no matter,

I'll be fine;

you were only ever a sympathy case

that grew too wild.

all that tender love and care

without pruning 

has a tendency to create monsters

you sting my rosy buds 

a sadistic wash of passion red 

I'm tangled in your mess,

you might as well lick the salt as well

the tequila slammer hit hard.

I can't seem to locate my vanity

its still missing after that

last masochistic kiss goodbye.