My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Apr 3

When you tell me you love me

Category: Creative Flash

When you tell me you love me, I want to kill myself. I want to take a razor to my wrists, two vertical slits. I want to bleed out in the bathtub, slow and quiet-like.

Your words are useless, empty, nothing but hollow. Your words are a reminder of things I wanted, things taken away, things I need to forget.

When you tell me you love me, I want to believe you. I want to bleed out, because I know there’s nothing to believe.


6 Comments so far

  1. Leeroy Glinchy April 3rd, 2009 2:48 pm

    Good writing.

  2. michael April 3rd, 2009 2:55 pm

    Leeroy: Thank you.

  3. undeadbydawn April 3rd, 2009 4:15 pm

    have you seen Dog Soldiers yet?

    if not then get on with it boy!!!! That’s a whole damned good reason to live right there.

  4. Susie April 3rd, 2009 6:41 pm

    Will you write an autobiographical or semi-autobiographical screen play?

  5. michael April 4th, 2009 2:50 am

    Susie: I’m really not sure.

    undeadbydawn: It’s totally on the list.

  6. Alex Carnegie April 4th, 2009 7:37 pm

    The sometimes crushing disparity between words, meaning, and actions…