say to you
Angry tears stream down my face as I put a picture of you up on my wall. The wallpaper is wrinkled, sweat has begun gathering at my lower spine, my hands are shaking as I take another sip of whiskey. Outside, there's a sound of a police car screaming a few streets over.
"I hate you!" I yell, throwing my still half full glass at the wall. The alcohol stains the photo, dripping onto the floor below and glass is littered around the living room; shining like a thousand small diamonds.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I continue on screaming, pacing back and forth in anger.
"You never listened to me as a child and you still don't now! You've never respected me and you haven't learned over the years how to. You've always put what you want first, you always put everything before family and then have the audacity to act like the fucking bad guy!"
All you've done is promise that you'll change, you'll change, you'll change, but you're the same guy and have been the past seventeen years.
And I hate you the most because I'm exactly fucking like you!" The last word rips up my throat, a lick of flames hot and intense.
I collapse onto the floor, glass piercing my skin but I'm crying too hard to care.
YOU ARE READING
Solitude
PoetryJust writings I've done during late nights about aspects in my life and world issues, topped with some short stories.
