i watch her infidelity / with a man who i despise / with a man who has / blurred morals and wandering hands / i watch from the backseat / with remorse and hatred in my veins / but my tongue refuses to move / my lips refuse to part
and I HATE MYSELF
I HATE MYSELF
I HATE MYSELF
I HATE MYSELF
because i can't - no, i won't do anything about it. it is slowing eating me from the inside, and so i am sorry, but i hope you somehow find out after her disloyalty (although i feel that you already know).
- YET ANOTHER ONE [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: HATRED IS MY CLOSEST ACQUAINTANCE - 7.2.16]
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PoetryLIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
