Tuesday, May. 11, 2004 - 5:07 pm - Smith and Wesson Divorce

We didn't pick a Smith and Wesson divorce.

It would have been much more simple.

Hold the gun to my head.

*CLICK*

[nothing]

Instead we chose divorce by the blade.

Being a sadist, you picked one that was as thin as a razor and able to slice like a paper cut.

Of course it wasn't instantly fatal.

Being a voyeur, I know you like to watch me bleed.

Everytime the sensitive tissue begins to heal, you show up like a bad penny to twist the blade again.

I might still love you.

I know I hate you.

I hate myself for allowing this to go on...

If it ended with a bullet, I would just be dead.

Instead, I've become a wretched other - bound, broken and filled with nothing but rage.

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