Cough up those three words I once heard you spit so forcefully out of your
narrow throat before.
God knows, I need to hear them once more.
Watching you eat those gnarled up beef sticks
I gag.
You eat, and eat.
No self respect for the body God so foolishly gave you.
It's no wonder I am still with you.
How I know I could do much better.
Or not...
I need you for reasons I have yet to discover.
Listening to you complain draws me closer to insanity.
You could never just walk outside and breathe for once.
Listen to me complain.
You lead me starving for something that cannot satisfy my weary stomach.
My lips, so curved and chapped are aching for the kiss they so desperately
deserve.
You'll never be on the receiving end.
God knows, no one ever will.
How you have destroyed my already damaged reputation.
I vomit as I look at that ugly face I too frequently see.
That large, square chin accents those blood shot eyes and scarred skin of
yours beautifully.
I'm stuck looking at those sun stained teeth for the
rest.
Of.
My.
life.
Or yours?
How I long to direct you to your breaking point.
For I am living for those three words for you to speak;
Kill.
Me.
Now.
Oh, how ready and willing I am.
How ready and willing I am.
 
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