Tuesday, July 13, 2010
and this is how the cookie crumbles.
my father is an abusive crack head and my mother is a bipolar bitch and i am their product.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
3 minutes by Imani Lane
I had you for 3 minutes, and that 3 minutes, was my life.
In that 3 minutes you swore up and down that you would love me forever & I'd someday be your wife.
In that 3 minutes i thougth i found love & sacrificed everybody else, but in that 3 minutes, i sold my soul to the devil himself.
In that same damn 3 minutes, you caressed & kissed my neck, & every spot still burns I'm just glad i no longer bleed, because these are my open wounds & even though you may not see, you touch me in a way & i react unthinkably.
YES I AM ON EDGE, RIGHT NOWYOU CAN EVEN SAY HAZARDOUS, BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN PRESUMEHOW 3 MINUTESCAN DISTORTA LIFE AS MUCH.
From every kiss your lies are still wrapped around my lips & i taste ..... BITER AS HELL BECAUSE OF YOU, though i'm not going to point fingers, that was also my stupidity. Mama always said only believe what you see, & i never saw dedication from you to me., omly in that 3 minutes_ you tried to make me scream?
Just a glimpse of eye contact as my spine hit the bed chocking on my conscience as my innocence died,
you murdered me & ran away with my better half, not even leaving a thank you card for all the smiles & the laughs... THAT YOU GET OUT OF ME, WHEN I DONT EVEN FIND ANYTHING FUNNY!
My tear ducts ha ha, my first , good bye. Hollow inside i'm a weeping widow, tuck my head & just wish you were a little remorseful. Apart of me was confined in a space i was okay with , you
me out my shell & shame to say i regret this.
I REGRET YOU!
You're a skeleton i need to tomb but don't have the tools, cause you planted a seed too deep to dig up and on this life i will never give up. I'll pick the weeds before they sprout & forever will he love,
unlike his daddy, 3 sorry minutes in and out.
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