Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Bearably Lonely

Drink from the bitter cup
of my imperfect love.

I have held you fast to my chest
and will let go even faster.

I am more honest in hate;
with enemies there is no pretense.
Them I could kill,
you I will hurt.

People search all their life for love;
my quest is indifference.
I will cast my heart in iron
and seek a cold harbor.


I'm in a foul mood.

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