my hate for you is a stampede of horses

IT'S YOU that I spilled all of my heart on the table for
that cold, wet, platinum steel table. MY ORGANS were strewn
across it like scattered game pieces, or 52 pick-up.
YOU didn't even give a fuck.
MY THOUGHTS get filtered when you're there, I can't say what I think.
MY CIGARETTE burns out every time you're around, not letting me inhale
my own ADDICTION.
YOU tainted my clothes, my hand, my arm, my bed and my carpet.
MY FEET cringe at the thought of walking in your shoes for a day.
YOU color all wrong. YOU are not normal, my friend.
GO AWAY!