Friday, March 8, 2013
People always said that when
I thought of you
my eyes lit up like I'd seen god--
You got me through some dark times,
though in the end it seemed
my idea of darkness was what others
would call "The Light"
I'm sorry I used your words as fuel.
I'm sorry you filled me up.
My inspiration was always a sick misunderstanding
of the issue at hand
I thrived on your deterioration.
I loved that you were dying.
I wanted to be in a place where I could hate myself
exactly as much you hated yourself,
exactly as much as I loved you.
The name will always make me shiver.