i'm looking through
that diamond skin
and all i see
is an evil grin.
i'm looking through
that mirrored glass
and all i see
is what a failure she was.
you see, i'm not like you
but you're just like me
pretending unbecoming
to how we should be
i don't know you
but you know me too well
thought i'd maybe get you
to burn in hell
(kill the self
who's been killing you.
get rid of
whatever's blue.)
YOU ARE READING
coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.
