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By Misti Date: 2002 Jun 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.15.14.13.23726]] |
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wasting my money on cap guns and film and temporary tattoos you could abuse me so easily smash me to magenta bits with your merciless lust reduce me to dust just because you could and I would lay myself down like a welcome mat and that garden you've always loved to trample would be in full bloom and I assume you would walk away even as I begged you to stay and then as always we would be a bright universe apart and I would ask a guru what to do with my upset apple cart and with my heart full of holes and my head full of blues what do you suppose I would have left to lose? |