if looks could kill

if looks could kill you'd be a dead muthafucka.
while I'd never lift a hand to your face or your body I'd love to see you bleed.
can you not understand what you did to me?
how you forced me?
hurt me?
convinced me to do things that were against the very essence of my being?
how you proliferated the development of emotional me?
taking away my innocence.
and causing me to suppress the real me?
oh buddy if looks could kill
you'd be one dead muthafucka.
but at the same time I'm grateful you're still here
'cause now I get to watch you bleed emotionally
while you stay stagnant and see me develop into the strongest individual I can be.
so as my killer look
I'll simply smile. =]

&& I'm out.
-- lexy.