Attimes I wish I had Patience and Sanity. Yes, sometimes I am foolish enough To wish For things Like those. But they Evade Evade Evade Me I dont know If its my Loss or My gain. Yet, Attimes I wish I had Patience and Sanity.
I shall broil My bitterness Over my hatred And pain Broil it Till it simmers Boils Froths Curdles Swells Overflows Hot red Flooding Drowning Burning and burying All of me That has ever Loved you.
I rather burn Burn and Boil and Wither and Turn to Dust and Ash In the Pungent bitterness My heart has Harvested For having Loved you Than be healed Be healed By the soothing Touch and care Of your Good intensions
I tried my best Not to hate you But you left me No choice I had to choose Between Loving you or myself. And for once I chose to be Selfish.
Oh! The good intensions of The benevolent oppressor If not for it How would one ever heal? How would one ever rise? How would one ever reclaim self? How would one ever be saved? How would one ever survive? How would one ever….??