Tap-Water Tears, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

I see your outstretched arms,
your hands clenching into fists.
I suffocate just listening
to your pathetic cries.
Screams speed through my veins,
I want to spit the words at your face.
I know your game,
I play it well
so don't you think I'm blind.
I despise what you are doing,
you with your false intelligence,
your superficial pitches for sympathy.
You are so transparent
you're almost nothing to me.
You grasp desperately
for my affections,
trying to manipulate my emotions
but I am onto you and 
it. makes. me. sick.
Your tap-water tears,
your lip-pencil scars.
You won't be fooling me.
Checkmate.


Posted: 2008-05-11 08:27:34 UTC

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