no alibi: written by ivan sandomire & performed with echolalia

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
"i don't wanna hear your alibi
just look me straight between the eyes
tell me ya love me one last time"

Submitted: February 15, 2011

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so many years or just the start off together---practiced alone seemingly far too long and yet it all begins to crumble---sand from the hands, water dripping down through the gutter---rats waiting at the drip to lick what’s left---and all almost gone---yet just enough to start over again---false ending with too many lies to begin again and so the turnaround the laissez-faire romance the admission of guilt had by both and claimed by none---the pull the tug the pull the tug and there are broken dishes broken windows broken bolts on doors there is drama upon drama winning multiple grammys---best actor best actress best theme song best script best supporting cheating screaming smashing thrashing bleeding---on the inside and out---the likeness to children snottily beating each other in the sandbox---the likeness to prisoners kicking each other down and maroon bloody in a jail cell while others try and pry you off one another bent on nothing but the expression on pure anger stirred on by everything nobody knows but you and your accomplice, your partner in crime---the one you been watching with one eye lately behind your back most constantly and then more importantly becoming your worst enemy and so the enemy of their enemy becomes your---hmmm---stories pile up---hard to compare them daily, what with all the new bullshit coming in and after all---there’s no honor among thieves---was true love you swore---might have been even more---told all your closest friends---let every fucking wall down---introduced your bio-family---did your best to accommodate all the wondering in your heads and where it was all going---and then the unsheathing of the knife---there’s a murder coming---round the corner---and ya never should’ve got into something you couldn’t get out of so quick---told yourself over and over---quoted that line from heat over and over to yourself, like the repetition of lines before opening night---but then, where is the other party?where oh where is the one you believed in?the one you trusted?the one you sacrificed it all for?---absolutely no-fucking-where to be seen---and you’re left holding the bag---that bag is empty---full of all you have left---all you haven’t given for this person---and when you realize that---when it finally becomes crystal clear---you feel the worst pain you have ever felt and ever will---the blade so sharp becomes so evident at the exquisite moment that it enters your back, jerking from side to side, slashing all your insides, penetrating deeper and deeper than you thought it could go---if only it was that easy.


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