Tuesday, March 10, 2009


i came to my own defeat
swallowing my own words
tasting the same bitterness that
i try to feed you
saying sorry
would take me down to my knees
it makes me twitch in agony like
kneeling on shards of glasses
or be sprayed with bullets
why would it be the case
why would it be the same scenario
again and again
to anybody, to anyone
to whom my heart belongs
wouldn't it be nice
for me not to think twice
to come up with the realization
that i would never be entitled
to my own chastity

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