greetings from new mexico [open letter]

be the bigger person. isn't that funny.

i've never thought myself a saint; i'm a mistake and a half, and the other half is so indented with clawmarks from gripping fast to life that it's eroded to sawdust and broken glass. i lay myself bare for the world to see not out of desire but need. i will live, i must live, and this broken one-fourth existence is mine to sink my teeth into forever.

but you, oh you.

i never liked you. my brothers might have. my sister thought you were her friend, too. but i always hated you.

always touching and prodding. obsessed with me. your lips were like venom. i see why they say the things about you that they do, minus the truth!

i know a lot about lies, wilted rose.

someday, someday, truth always prevails. and i'm sorry to be truthful, but this really isn't your scene, is it? you're only following a trend anyway. so why don't you go find somewhere you belong?

sorry if that was mean. at least you can say i'm a true friend now! we all know what true friends do, right?

or are you just a fucking poser?

well... karma has no deadline. so someday soon you'll find out. :)

-roswell