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An Ode to the Hole in the Bottom of my Foot

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Q. G. Pennyworth:
Fuck off
Go away
No one ever liked you
No, not even me
I don't know why I put up with you for so long.

Don't pretend you didn't see this coming
I never mattered to you, either
Just a safe place to hide
From the cold
You didn't even ask to be let in.

I should have listened to my friends
When they said you were no good
But I was too proud
And too dumb
And too trusting.

So I let things slide
And I hoped that you'd get better
That if I was patient
And kind
Things would resolve themselves.

I was only a kid.

I remember that night,
The light by my bedstand
When I finally had enough
And tried to make you leave
And found it hurt too much.

I was ashamed
Of myself
Of you
Of the pain
So I hid it, pretended it didn't matter.

And you dug your fucking heels in
Bastard that you are
Wheedling your way into my life
And my body
Like it's a thing you already own

No more of this bullshit.

I will boil you in acid
And I will drag you out by force
I'll cut you down
And throw you out
With the rest of the morning garbage

And it will hurt,
I know it hurts
And this hole you leave in me
May never, ever heal
I just have to hope it will.

Because I'd rather spend my life
Walking around
With a goddamn hole in my foot
Than spend one more minute
With you.

East Coast Hustle:
I don't know if this is about a romantic partner or a plantar wart.

tyrannosaurus vex:

Also, I get this every time I ask if we can watch Evil Dead instead of a Hoarders marathon.

Q. G. Pennyworth:

--- Quote from: East Coast Hustle on October 16, 2012, 05:27:03 am ---I don't know if this is about a romantic partner or a plantar wart.

--- End quote ---

The "boil you in acid" part is what gives it away

East Coast Hustle:
That assumes one is unwilling to pursue that course of action in both circumstances.


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