nini legs in the air.

you're a horrible man, macbeth.
and lady, you made him do terrible things.
you are no angel,
you no longer radiate the sun.
it is with disdain that we pass,
you wreaking the colors of a garbage can,
on different paths seperated from one.


and i know you're going to hate me for this.
but it's nauseating to look at, or even breathe in.
so try to understand that i am choking,
on spit, on blood, on tears. still,
i know you're going to hate me for this.

if you cannot walk twelve miles in the rain
to hold my hand from trembling,
you are not who i thought you were.
do not drag me.
do not tease me.
do not deceive me.
do not leave me.




and i want to die because of it, too.