Pulling the thread

Hate is spilled from a shot glass.
It hurts soo much I can't bare to ask  
Why did you offer your sex to the next?  
I swallow it all in  
Stabbing myself with thoughts  
Grabbing hold of my mind trying to figure out  
Your first lie  
Pulling the thread from the relationship down to one string  
Sting - why should I cry for you ?  
Dream  
Why should I want a marriage with you ?
Reality  
We have longevity  
It was I who screwed you into the booze
Money - sweat blood and tears
Handed you a can of heineken beer
Watched your soul tear  
Felt your heart break  
But still you love me  
Whitney Houston - and I will always love you  
Your body sang  
And now I'm the one who feels the pain
Bang  
You shot me with no remorse  
And your recourse was hearing my voice crack  
As words started to spark out  
My eyes started to light up  
730 veins started to bug out  
My heart shattering  
Pain starting to breakout  
in my face  
You could make out  
Anger  
Demons summoned to come out  
Now I'm cursing you out  
Why the fuck  
How the fuck  
I don't give a fuck  
Just two clicks  
Bust a clip  
I aim to hit  
But I missed  
Reverse these lines above from bottom to top  
But I missed  
I am to hit  
Continue up dear reader for the twist  
Pulling the thread  
A bullet sits in the wall as the hole in the shot glass watches me  
Spilling out its contents with sympathy.
I'm still pulling thread trying to roll back Copyrightrelationship  
I'm still pulling the thread looking for a needle to sew our hearts up  
Hate is spilled from a shot glass  
My dear reader  
Don't ask about the bullet in the wall !!!!!
Don't ask about the bullet in wall !!!!
My narration echoes it deeper  
The wall is my heart  
I'm bleeding love
I'm still pulling the thread to sew my wound up.
 
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