confessions of a cantankerous cat
dear j, you remind me not of a feeling to love, but an impulse to search and destroy your every fibre and trickery. you encompass everything that i hate, a pompous ideal with a severe detachment from reality. you think you are so clever, with your sleight of hand and crazy eyes. you are in my.. ha.. discretion and i will not stop till you are utterly broken. on the edge of your insanity. crying for reprieve to the walls that hear nothing. i will not make you feel empowered, f
submission
bruce, you have smothered me with injuries and deceit, a thunderous presence in your gaze washed me inside the agony of your mental pyramid. choices made are the sum of who we are, not what we can achieve. you have the buck in your hand to do the right thing. there are no lessons to learn, nor winning or losing to despair over. therein lies only red and blue; only sweet or salty; only smarties or m&ms. a legacy you leave behind when its all over. the knife in your hand gleams