5. 3. 2008

you made me

repulsion so strong
it sickens in seconds;
disgust rotting
in my lungs.

a hatred fierce enough
to shatter spines
ricochets off the mirror,
splitting into voices
shrill and sharp,
dancing around the room.
i turn away from those eyes
with disgust, so fearful
and wretched and weak.


at least you made me realised,
it takes so little for me to hate you.


for some things i'll rather not know.
some things.
so many things.

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