Hatesong From the Kitchen Table at 8 A.M.

2 weeks ago by @merdafuit

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How can it be bad
when it feels so good
to spike that vein again
with another round or ten?
When You ask me why,
what am I to say?
That I want a reason
to not have to escape?
And darling if You care
What is the point there
of all that running around
behind my back?

There’s nothing more to be said.
There’s nothing more I could do.
There’s nothing more we could try
that would satisfy You.

You never loved me like that.
You never wanted me.
You never took the time to
get to know my heart.
And when You talk about me
to all your friends
about abuses, and fights,
and random invective,
do You think You’re doing well?
That this is good work?
That You’ve something to tell
that matters at all?

There’s nothing more to be said.
There’s nothing more I could do.
There’s nothing more we could try
that would satisfy You.

How can it be real
when my dreams are coming
fabulous, inchoate, and
out of synch?
There’s no reality here
from where I’m standing.
Just another abyss
to spill these words in.

There’s nothing more to be said.
There’s nothing more I could do.
There’s nothing more we could try
that would satisfy You.

And when our babies cry out
That You have left them
why do you spin their truth
into a cloth of lies?
How can You sleep at night
knowing they’re hurting
because the man that You love
is the man that they hate?
There’s got to be more to this
than just your blind-spot,
surely to God there is
some reason here.

There’s nothing more to be said.
There’s nothing more I could do.
There’s nothing more we could try
that would satisfy You.

How can it be true
when Your tongue’s moving?
Yet another series of lies
disguised as facts.
But when the time comes around
to find You wanting
there will be no one left
to lend a hand.

There’s nothing more to be said.
There’s nothing more I could do.
There’s nothing more we could try
that would satisfy You.

I want to unknow Your life.
I want to unknow Your heart.
I want to lose myself
and these memories.
How can You still echo around
inside my head?
I guess I know what sins
must have led to this.
But still and yet I persist
if only to spite You;
to find a path forward
leaving You well behind.

There’s nothing more to be said.

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