Friday, April 16, 2004

Just because you're pitiful
doesn't mean
I'm storing away any pity for you.
But you wait
like on some particular rainy day
my conscience will get the best of me
and it'll be there,
in a shiny little box
witha bow
just waiting for me
to present it to you-
so many "sorry!"s for your sorry ass.
But it will NEVER rain that hard,
not if hell froze.
and I'll give you your minute
of 'suffering silence'
before you come crawling back to me
on pushup hands and knees
breathless,
arms shaking
the way you came in me before.
You expect so much 'maturity' from MY PAIN, martyrdom.
Well, I'm NOT ashamed
for fucking up
I'm not ashamed
for fucking you
and my only regret is
not truly
fucking you over.

*bettie* at 3:16 PM