I am so cuffed, coughing and cursing from all of the cuts. You're bent at the knees, too tired to stand up. Too tired to continue to make love. EVERYTHING ENDS!, your unjust facade, your blanketing choruses that fill up my bathroom when water falls wet from your eyes.
I hope this untimely marriage will end up in a divorce.
There's so much to wait on, I can't help but pick up from right where we left off, breaking the bonds that we once loved. A marriage to life that fucks us both up. And I'm not frustrated - I'm just picking out all the parts that I don't need. It's none of our faults that I stuck this out for weeks, and ended up with a wound that won't stop bleeding.
I hope this untimely marriage will end up in a divorce. And I hope that all of the angels won't carry me back to the shore. I'll spit and lash out in anger at everyone I could show love towards. If all of this ended, I would not be back for more.