Thursday, June 18, 2009


I wanted to punish you. But you're too good to me, too fragile, too kind, too thoughtful. I should have punished you. I should have grabbed your shoulders and shook you.

Anger curls my fingers until it feels as though they are around your scrawny neck. I would rip that voice from your throat. You'd never speak another deceitful word again.

I won't let you. I won't let you ruin everything and everyone.

You asked for this. I'll fight you with every breath in my body.

You make me so sick.

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