Quite Contrary

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A complicated dirge for a girl who becomes the image of a daughter, a friend, and an animal for slaughter.

Submitted: January 21, 2008

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Submitted: January 21, 2008



Which one will you choose?

Take the red or take the blue.

It really shouldn't matter to me.

After all, I want to destroy you.

Or perhaps there is a chance you're wrong, a chance I'm small, a chance at all, that I love you like a matricidal babe, a trickster once my brilliant mage, my muse, my prodigy....

You're fallen art.

I am blamed for the breaks in your heart.

The damage was done before I came.

They say it's a matter of imbalances in the brain,

but I believe you're truly broken.

Down to the deepes inch of your core....

But I love you, I love you, but I hate what you are,

Oh I hate, yes I hate, when I see those scars.

The healing I tried has come to reverse.

Now I am the one to continue your curse.

The blacker your mind, the uglier you have become, but I have no choice but to protect myself, to collect myself, in this basket of heat, but I love you like a matricidal babe, or my very own Cassandra, mad lust in your veins, and you'll ruin yourself because of that voice....

And I'll get the blame.

Suppose you have no choice.

At least that's what you want me to see.

But I would leave you in those cracks, as a flower not a weed.

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