Contempt

February 10, 2011
Contempt isn’t my dream
Its our reality
Vile with its sweet bitterness
I can’t tell you the how sain
I am at this moment

What was once our reality
Crumbled like a spoiled soufflé
The kind that makes you fat for days

Yet the future holds a lot in store
No longer for us
But only for me
Your loss not mine

Yet contempt will always be in the future
Against what could have been
Like a wall of true bitter memories
Crying tears of acid against
A rage against love





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