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Never aware I was capable of hate

until contempt was palpable in my mouth

to have you lay next to me sleeping

as I sit up, anger seeping out in tears

they lick my face and glide

telling me I tried

but pride in this situation will get me nowhere

because wasted saline isnt rare

its a load of bollocks, what do I care?

wasting time with you

someone weak, meek, confused

with the cliche heart bruised

and the inability to choose

and make the right choice

maybe youre right

and the cheating was your fault

and it was merely jealousy rubbing salt in your wounds

fuck off

get a grip

and now Ive slipped through small fingers

where I lingered for too long anyway.

I am a misunderstood genius.

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The following comments are for "Linger."
by damaged

enjoyed the matter-of-fact reality of this... some great lines too, my favourite being "because wasted saline isnít rare"... like a rehearsal for that final row, the one that never turns out the way you plan it in your head, because emotion overwhelms rationality... I hear that here, the seething emotions below the surface. Plain-speaking sadness. good stuff.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: March 11, 2007 )

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