An Assortment of Random Works

A Stockpile of Hurt

I open my eyes and clench my fist

Let me see how many lies I can list

One was, "Dear I love you so,

How it would hurt me if you should go!"

Now I'm standing, bag in hand

Obviously you can't understand

The seriousness of your dire crimes

And your kind yet fake love mimes

Number two was just last week

You said the dinner party was bleak

A pretty girl came the next day

Said that at her house you'd stayed

I confronted you when you got back

My, your eyes were wide and black

I watched your hand come down with force

I waited for your anger to run its course

In the mirror my gaunt face stared

Seeing the hate with which you glared

Bruises cover my body still

Do you remember that adrenaline thrill?

I'll bet that you enjoyed it though

How much you hurt me, don't you know?

I'm sure you do and it gives you pleasure

Ruining what I'd have considered a treasure

Now I'm leaving, there's nothing you can do

In due time I hope you'll see how I was true

To the very end of our sad marriage

Today I climb into a gleaming carriage

To carry me away from here

I'll never outrun your anger, I fear

I shall try hard anyway

Maybe someday you will finally pay

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Yeah I'm still in class, surrounded by a stockpile of idiots. Please, someone help me. O.O