Sam Scrawls, [10/10/2018 11:05 PM]

I can't stand you...

For the grin that shrinks, for each memory that will not blur.

For the decency that miseries me, for each delight that chokes to death.

For the warm worry that chases me, for each mindful solace that freezes inside me.

For the sweet kiss that preferences unpleasant and stays, for each delicate touch that spikes into my skin.

For the expectation in life that bites the dust in my eyes, for each fantasy that goes to a bad dream.

For the detestation that enters my heart, for the melancholic aggravation that consumes my spirit.

I can't stand you! For the commitment that was rarely kept, for each "I won't ever leave," that left.

For the lament of being genuine, for each trust that turned into a regret.

For each "I love you" you said, for each "my little bloom" you inhaled out to me.

I can't stand you!

I know, I know shouldn't allow that hate to suffocate me in it's grim waves.

In any case, what do I do when you just showed me how to fly inside the congruity wind?

For what reason did you give me what was rarely mine, before radically burrowing me out?

#Draft 45

Title: disdain.

Date:11-10-2018.

Sam Scrawls, [10/12/2018 8:58 PM]

The more I attempted to stroll close by the further you ran.

The more help I gave you the more inner self you acquired.

The more warmth I attempted to start into your body the colder your heart giggled.

You fended strolling off and away, appeared as though I was unequipped for keeping up.

You wound up driving me away and out of your way.

So now...don't anticipate seeing me when you pivot for help.

Try not to expect you can walk long periods of way back into my heart again with made up grin, with your phony compassion.

What dazed you stirred me.

#Draft 15

Title:____.

Date:16-06-2018.

Sam Scrawls, [10/13/2018 8:47 PM] v v 

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