What are layman’s terms
For fuck me
Fuck around
Fall off and die
What exactly constitutes a pity party?
What remote notion
Of self-worth
Is required
To celebrate un-entitled suffering
As though I know I deserve better?
Oh honey.
Don’t even go there.
I might be a lotta fucking things
Out of my right mind
Up and down
Crazy, if you will
But I know my shit
I’m smart as they come, love.
Lonely girl
With too much goin’ on upstairs
To cling to the short end
Of some imaginary stick
And claim it as my
Typical right
My pathetic plight
My own, holy roller
My own
Trust me.
I know well enough
This circle-jerk circumstance
Is the culminated finish line
Of all my many efforts
All my lonely irons
In all my own lonely fires
I have always been free
From your fault
And burden,
Habitual having perspective
The blame I always
Kept for myself.
And when I say that
I am what I say I am,
And if I wasn’t, why would I say I am
And when I say that I’m a loser baby
So why don’t you kill me
Bear in mind
That this is not what fucking pity looks like
Pity the fool who cares to spew such ignorance
This ain’t pity, big poppa.
This is rage.
Aw I’ve missed your words.
I’ve missed yours much, too. Too much.
And boom goes the dynamite!
Rage, to me, is my substinance. People ask me how I’m so skinny and only eat sugar..it’s a steady diet of rage and bitterness.
Sooooo I love this. I love that you have beautiful feelings of love and togetherness..and you have these gorgeous feelings also.
Have I told you lately that I love you?
There could be no other comment than this, in terms of precise wow. I love you.
There’s nothing quite like rage for motivation… I love your words.