The Sight Of You...

The sight of you
makes me want to vomit
clean it up
and feed it to you
in a pretty yellow bowl

the sight of you
makes me want nothing more
than to trace your lips
with succulent kisses

It is the sight of you
that makes me remember
why I have so much
hatred

It is the sight of you
that makes my heart stop
cold
and skip to many beats
for me to continue on this earth

for it is the sight of you
that allows me to think
of just how much you'll really
be missing
when I see you with her

laughing
caring
loving

forgetting that once those emotions
belonged to me
and that I once belonged to you

It is the very sight of you
that murders my realizations
of
fantasy
and
rebirths the cruel exsistence
of
my reality