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[aid] => Mick
[title] => i hate the way...
[time] => 2003-09-24 12:35:00
[hometext] => a man sees that his marriage has gone south, so he does what any decent guy would do.....he ends it. (evil laughter)
[bodytext] => i hate the way you look at me now like i'm just another person someone you deal with not out of necessity or desire but, out of habit, nothing more i hate the way you touch me now cold and passionless like i'm just cutting into your sleep time like you're doing me a favor as if we didn't know each other at all i hate the way you kiss me now with someone else's tongue on your breath scarcely hiding your disgust these days you barely care enough to lie i hate the way you make me feel now like a burden, a never ending obstacle the wall that keeps your joy at bay you used to make me feel alive now you just make me feel like quitting i hate the way i feel inside you now like an intruder, a thief some pawing lecher taking what should be given i hate what you've done to me and i hate what i've done to you i hate you now i guess there's no escaping it i see no reason to lie or "play along" i see that you don't either and i see that there's only one thing left divorce 'til death do us part i hate the way you looked at me when i started choking you like i didn't have the right your "how dare you" stare just made me squeeze harder and i hate the way you pist the bed before you finally died one more mess you made that i'll have to clean up i hate the way your dead body felt as i dropped you in the trunk and the whole way to the woods i tried to cry, but couldn't i couldn't squeeze one drop of remorse from the stone you made of my heart i hate the way i missed the game just to bury you i stared at your body after i shoveled the first load of dirt onto you and i scrambled for emotion frantic for some type of sensation but, i felt Nothing Nothing at all and i hate the way i still reach for you at night only to find that you're not there and the way i fall back asleep so fast 'cuz i still can't force myself to care i'd probably hate the way i feel these days if i still felt anything at all and i'd probably hate you even more because it's all your ***** fault (i'm sure my emotions are still inside somewhere that i can never reach you made me lock it all inside and i guess i buried you with the key maybe you were the key damn you, why did you stop loving me) [comments] => 6 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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