I'm So F*****g Sorry.

You.

You hypocritical, self-righteous, two faced, tragically beautiful human being.

You wear your feelings on your arms like tattooed sleeves.

 For heaven sake, I see right through you.

Your transparent teeth that ripped apart my stale veins drip blood into puddles

Drowning out my voice, forgetting every nick name

Sprung from my lips onto your tongue,

Growing tired of tangling and tying with mine.

 

You.

You unbalanced, ignorant, tragically beautiful human being.

Goodbye rolled off my tongue after you already swallowed it.

Getting to know the back of your head

Better than the back of your car when our hips danced

To steam caressing every pore until our goosebumps latched together.

The only remains are empty pixels of pale blue eyes

Pretending that brown eyes were beautiful enough.

If only my eyes were open windows

Unleashing every heart string stripped by my own demons

Instead of doors locked without a key.

 I’m so f*****g sorry.

 

You.

You confused, flawless, imperfect, tragically beautiful human being.

 Your deflated lungs are dry palms flattening mine

Every sunrise I choke on sighs

Disappointed that the sound of your body

Shattering hasn’t yet taken me with you.

You f*****g killed yourself, and now what?

Flowers cover the dirt above the box you locked yourself in

Did you scream? Did you whisper? Tell me what you said.

I don’t need you to persuade me that you’re okay.

 

You are dead. 

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[Robert Parlange]

Do I detect some bitterness here? Writing is communication. You certainly communicated something here. I hope the target of your ire reads this.