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Let's be honest.
I hate the sight of you.
I hate seeing you- every morning.
Every afternoon- every night.
You're always there.
In the middle of my life-
Like a cuckoo bird in a thrush's nest.
An oversized misfit outstaying it's welcome.
You're not supposed to be here.
Just like the child with a lazy mother.
We never wanted you.
But here you are-
Born from mistakes and circumstance.
And you know it.
You've always known it.
You know that every word- every look- the slightest touch.
Is a pound of the hammer,
Beating the nail you've put to my head.
And it's reaching through my think skull-
To pierce my mind.
To poison my thoughts.
To bring it all to an end.
And you wouldn't even care- would you?
If you set off that bomb.
If you took us both down?
Of course not.
Why would you?
I mean nothing to you-
And you mean nothing to me.
I hate the sight of you.
I hate seeing you- every morning.
Every afternoon- every night.
You're always there.
In the middle of my life-
Like a cuckoo bird in a thrush's nest.
An oversized misfit outstaying it's welcome.
You're not supposed to be here.
Just like the child with a lazy mother.
We never wanted you.
But here you are-
Born from mistakes and circumstance.
And you know it.
You've always known it.
You know that every word- every look- the slightest touch.
Is a pound of the hammer,
Beating the nail you've put to my head.
And it's reaching through my think skull-
To pierce my mind.
To poison my thoughts.
To bring it all to an end.
And you wouldn't even care- would you?
If you set off that bomb.
If you took us both down?
Of course not.
Why would you?
I mean nothing to you-
And you mean nothing to me.
Literature
Tastes Like...
Daddy likes to make me
Eat my words.
I see him hit Mommy
And I know she hurts.
So I tell him, to get her
He has to go through me.
And, well, I can no longer walk
And I can no longer see.
Daddy makes me eat my words
And reality starts to flood.
Yes, Daddy makes me eat my words…
And my words taste like blood.
Literature
Because Boys Hurt Too
This is for the boy
who cries himself to sleep at night
who cuts his arms and side
who starves himself
who burns and watches his skin melt
i love you
because boys hurt too
Literature
Let Me Get This Straight...
So, let me get this straight...
You say:
"Everyone is beautiful"
"Be different"
"Don't let anyone tell you who to be"
"Be yourself"
"Don"t judge"
"Don't hate"
"F--- the haters"
"Love all"
"Follow your heart"
"Don't pretend to be someone you aren't"
"No one is just like you"
"Only you can be you"
"You're a one-of-a-kind"
Yet, its okay to talk about him behind his back,
Or insult him to his face,
Maybe give him dirty looks;
Cuss him out.
You can call him names,
Put him down
Kill him from the inside out
Its okay to pin
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...is popping out to say cuckoo...