Adjectives

Until You Suffer

If I could forget your name, I could forget your face.

I could forget the scars that your hands cut and traced.

I could forget the violent friction of hips,

And the meaningless apologies that spilled from your lips.

I could lock you away from my mind and toss out the key,

I could forget these memories and set myself free.

You wanted it, and surely you got it.

Your guns and knives held me silent to these crimes you did indeed commit.

A sharp bite of summer came from the bitter, painful sting.

I will never rest- I will never be satisfied,

Until I turn the page to find out you've turned your guns on yourself and died.

No matter what I say, no matter what I do,

You wander the woods like a wolf looking for early prey to chew.

One day I hope the hunters fire a shot,

I hope you bleed a painful death for them and rot.

But until then, I'll condemn every thought.

I'll hold my breath and turn to stone,

I'll wait for the moment in which you're alone.

And there, I'll forget every fear I've ever had,

Every reason I was ever sad,

I'll raise my fist and I'll turn myself bad.

I'll look like I'm out for revenge,

But really, I'm only looking to avenge.

You've killed far too many.

And for that- I'll save plenty.

I'll be wiser, stronger, and tougher,

For the moment I can finally watch you suffer.