By kevin urenda
Date: 12 July 2000
scorn squeezins
and so again
I drink the bitter potion
distilled from your scorn
and become drunk from its ugliness
and for what?
I am an asshole when drunk
upon this - I admit it...
I am tired of looking in the mirror
and detesting the person I see
I don't need excuses any longer
to beat myself down...
surely not the ones
you crush like so many grapes
So it's time to be
who I was always meant to be
with you
or without you...
07.10.00
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