kyle
02-20-2005, 10:42 PM
i fucking hope you die face down into the hard cement, avery. i hope that when the police get here and the friends and family start to gaze over you body that they all say, "well, she got what she deserved." i really don't give a fuck anymore, sweetheart. go ahead, i am giving you all the freedom you want. please abuse it then come to me and say you didn't mean to so i can really take this knife to your tougne and rip it out so i know you will never speak another hollow word again or make out with him. "i didn't mean too, sonny, i swear it!" remember that one time you lied straight to my face and told me you loved me then moved on two days later? revenge can hurt sometimes now, can't it beautiful? say anything at all to make me believe you. i beg of you, please don't make me do this. it doesn't matter how much you lie as long as you can be the one to murder me. that is all that counts in this game. i didn't fall for you to play a cheap game of "she loves me she loves me not." i didn't give you everything inside of myself just to let you bury me fourty-fives years too early. oh goodness, i love you! excuse me? fuck you too, the selfish whore. i hope it felt good last night with him. i hope it meant absolutley nothing to you, kind of like what i mean to you so when you reach that point in life where you realized you abandoned everybody for some fun it weighs down on you to the point where you drive down Sunshine Ave (you know, the road that dead ends into the pacific. the road where you and i would confess what we meant to eachother) and you don't turn around when it says "dead end. do not enter." just keep the peddle floored doing over eighty and drive right off this cliff. i want your death to become famous. i wan't it to be in the newspapers, and on fox 11 news. i wan't to hear them make you look like the victim in this story. "she was so sweet, and nice. i don't see why she would do anything like this." -Dear Friend. oh god...rrrrr...fuck you! you never even knew the situation....they never knew. she never bothered to show you ignorant people who she really was! i was the lucky one. i was the one to fall in love with you and get to see filthy side. the side that was the true you....it's the one year anniversary of your tragic lose. (not so tragic for me. i am just the unheard of suspect. the person that everybody talks about. "she was with this one guy. i bet he made her take her own life" they'll never get it through their small little skulls that you cheated more then twice, you lied more then one-hundred times into my eyes.) i go to your burrial site on occasion to remember what once was. this time i brought a shovel and dug up your body and dragged it to the car and tossed you in the back seat. i guess all you needed was the sent of my cologne to revise your black heart. it figures that you would come back from the dead to ruin me. i can't take this. i cross my heart that i will make this state collapse into the sea if you don't leave me the fuck alone. just please die...die...you broke my heart and all you can do is laugh? ill reach into my glove box and take this knife to your face and chest. blood is going to cover the inside of this car for a lifetime but i don't mind. just as long as your heart doesn't beat. i think i will just use the blood (yours) and paint pictures of something we used to have to make me smile. im just like a little kid that is playing with finger paint. i am doodling on the roof of my car and on the road. the most haunting picture i drew (compliments to your blood) was our first kiss. how come i still remember every part about it like it just happened thirty seconds ago? oh, it's probably because i really did love you....theres a tree, heres a rope. watch me, lover. i can make a noose....