please fill me in on when i get too boring, let me know when you’ll be leaving, tell me the truth and ill let you go in peace in stead of pieces. if my voice starts to grate your nerves and you cant stand my dark green eyes, say you hate me. give me that. because ive spent so long loving images of imaginary men and today i want to hear the truth. today ill believe everything you have. but when you walk away remember that i want the works. i want you to make me feel your detestment of my being. i want you to take it out on me with a crowbar, i want you to rip my hair out, my dry dyed hair. I want to see clumps of myself at your feet, i want to go blind with a red hot poker, i want my tongue cut out of this wretched mouth. snip my lips dear, stain me, stain me red and black. i want you to have the guts to show me how to hurt, because youre going and im staying and i want you to know what i look like after a bad dream. i need you to see me undone by your hands. look at the mess your leaving, you dont have to clean it up, just knowing it exists is good enough for me.