Kim, on a broken friendship. Options

[KayleighKins]

When I think of you, I can see your face
Fire, fire, blood, my headache
Forming right behind my eyes
That can only see you as disgusting

Horrid, rude, filmy, putrid
Sickning, renching, slimy, foul

Every part of you corrupted
moldered, altered, tainted, twisted
sinful, shameless, perverted soul

If I could cleanse you with my knuckles
I would count a thounsand blows
I would purge your soiled body
Expel your squalid heart--and cry

Cry at the sight of you so mangled
Twitching, twitching, numb
In my fingertips, begging for my breath
To slow

Your a hollow, thoughtless fool
Unkind, self-centerd, brash, boorish, vulgar
Tasteless, merciless, sadistic, repulsive, asinine
And even when I hate you, I could love you
Just the same

I'd love your bloody, mutilated face...
If I could cleanse you with my knuckles
I would count a thounsand blows
And hold your split cheeks between my palms

To kiss your forehead softly.