The Mentally Challenged

"No love is worth the hate that you feel."

On bicycles. Riding. Through country paths, over broken dirt roads. Like broken limbs and lungs. Out of breath again. He almost convinced her. She almost convinced me. If only we'd had a bit more stamina.

She runs away. Cutting through the forest. Tearing down the trees. If they catch us here we'll never see the day again. We'll never be able to face them again. In the woods. Down by the stream. By the water flows. She said she'll take us there. She said she'd take us.

There's the kid on the hill. He lies and steals. Don't trust him. Can't bring ourselves to believe in him. He broke my nose. I broke his fingers. Bloodied pride on a hill in the woods all alone. I left him. I heard them coming. I just left him. I never saw him or heard of him again.

He stole my friends. He stole my life. I stole his sanity. And now I steal away....laughing. It's all his fault, anyway. Caught now in the rabbit trap screaming. Screaming bloody murder, holy terror. Please, God, save me. Bail me from this prison I've constructed. I laugh.

You run me over.

Like a rag doll.

"Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book."