Dags att medge det...

22.06.2011 kl. 19:23
They called me Decepticon,
for the deception,
not my metal arms, my golden eyes
or the shape of my
antennae
They took for granted,
took my love and
thought I could not change, could
not be this cold
or hate

I know I could, perhaps should
seek out pain
break their arms, gouge their eyes
reshape, their frame
their head
But I still seek to find
our healing
in you dripping, sweet, rusty red
broken heart
stomped down

Glad midsommar,
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