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A thought of you
Is a punch in the gut
Catching your scent in the breeze
Is a cue for my body to vomit
To reject everything inside itself
Not from disgust, but pain
Memories stab and twist harder
Than should be possible
From the knife I imagine you wielding
And while I know you mean no ill will
(Consciously, that is)
That doesn't mean I don't feel every blow
Emotional and otherwise
You were just six hours away
But you grew further as I grew closer
And now that I've drawn back
I need someone to hold my hair up
©2007-2009 ~kerobaros
:iconkerobaros:

Author's Comments

I found this while I was cleaning up some files on my hard drive. At first, I didn't remember writing it, but it damn sure sounds like my kind of thing. After I thought about it for a while, I remembered writing it while listening to 'Puke' by Eminem (don't laugh). And the date on the file --1/30/2006 -- sure sounded like the right time in my life for me to have written something like this.

So. If you haven't read it, it's new to you. And it should be new to all of you. I'm going to go back to cleaning, drinking, and Pink Floyd now.

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:iconl337-ivi4573r:
Whoa, Fuzzy, I thought you like disappeared.

That's amazing

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And idea so awesome it makes me wanna take my nuts and staple em to the fridge!
:iconkerobaros:
Me, disappearing? Not possible; I just fade into the woodwork from time to time.

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-Fuzzy

Fuzzy: the typical emo boy, now in atypical packaging.
:iconl337-ivi4573r:
Incredible.

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And idea so awesome it makes me wanna take my nuts and staple em to the fridge!
:iconoshare349:
Awesome. Now if only my ex would write something this (hilarious: the last line...inspiring: the words) instead of texting the fsck out of me.

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