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something no one could ever undo or subdue your words see to my every whim something Achilles and Patroclus too are incapable to outdo you, I would choose over the luscious chocolate choux

love is enough, more than enough? what is enough? not your words or your bluffs maybe my cuffed heart wrapped in your muff or my pride that lies on the floor of the undersea

what about your locked door that I try to knock on? While you lay there knocked out, keeping me locked out Devouring precious Mary Jane as I grow precarious must you break through my pericardium so painfully? it engulfs every part of me, this ache along with the ague

is love really enough? or was I just there for too long? on the worn-out bus till I started thinking it was a must and ignoring the dust

was it really love? or were they just too good? your linguistics were they just too smooth? your long liable fingers

the stupid question lingers because you were more than just a late-night binger but we ignored the danger, we couldn't be strangers

the bloody sword drips two shades of red the sponge I hold absorbs their abhorred gaze I wished I could get out of this scarlet haze the lord ignored my latent wish

blotted out my blatant lies I said love is enough and how it engulfs, and it does but I can't seem to stop the blood that drips

I swear, I didn't mean to lie I never meant to lie this is just not how I thought I'd die this is just not how I thought you'd die

i said i hate you, excuse my lies thought detest would make it easier to survive after two quarters, your shelter denied transient as it was, my apple tree you had become feeding diurnally my undying hunger for your fruit, irregardless of the sour punch the marble floor shone bright in aid of my vagrant heart as i lay in bed sick from the apples nonetheless yearning for more catches

i know i said i wish you'd die but ask me and any malicious intent be denied the rage so powerful, it burnt through my veins the hurt so dominant, for a moment i came undone vocalized words i would never mean, so please allow me to come clean

i am closing the book i am ending the film because we will never again be one the invisible string tying us together cut the rope i held onto fell from my hands our stories intertwined and diverged a tangent line, you changed me forever with a single touch

you said goodbye, overnight never even gave a reason, why?

your dead blue eyes stare through the picture looking at it, I'm growing sicker as my thoughts flicker to how they'd light up when u saw me

tell me what I did tell me why tell me why you left my heart shattered, on the carpet of your apathy, that still stings every time I walk bye tell me why you broke the vase of my devotion

you're lodging in my head I feel the longing in my bed at least tell me how u wish I were dead

you left my life as swiftly as u had crawled into and I was thrown out of your heart more rapidly than I had intruded my reign as your queen was short-lived now I'm banished and you wish I would just vanish

you said goodbye and never gave a reason why but every time I see your dead blue eyes reflect my smile through the picture, I grow sicker and I wonder why you said goodbye and never gave a reason why

you promised forever, not once, not twice but a hundred fucking times you were my hangover, my drug, my kryptonite

so tell me why you're nothing but memories on my screen I don't mean to cause a scene I just want you to please hear my screams

dust settles over the books untouched, abandoned your heart, my love, is a rock, hardened I'm the flower you gardened and watered for months only to pluck me out and stomp all over

I wish you could tell me why you said goodbye our love a paper you tore and crumbled that I try to tape back together every day but how much damage can an object really manage? you said goodbye while I'm still praying for a reason why

Another movie is playing on my phone But I've already forgotten the previous one that ended not an hour ago Still, I'm looking I'm watching But only until my thoughts start to drift away

I feel frivolous Always sitting around in oblivion

The void in my heart grows deeper and darker every day Entreating to be filled Yearning to feel

My cold hands remain forlorn rubbing each other for an ounce of warmth While I'm Sitting solitary at the bus stop Trying not to peak at my empty inbox Trying not to pin my hopes on receiving, maybe a "Happy Birthday" from someone

I crave for warmth that isn't my own Longing to be touched by another But how, ever will someone willingly embrace something so broken

I was Like a figurine made of glass Once, the most enthralling object in vicinity Causing brawls among men and women alike for a feeble peek at me But that's all I ever was An object

At one point being touched too hard Being pushed too much I cracked and crumbled Falling to the floor My life was never again as I knew it

For them although, I was just another splintered doll Undeserving of a second thought Wiped out by a broom The sharp little pieces Left alone in the snow

Sharp little pieces begging to be adored just one last time Alas not being spared a single glance For I was no longer The beauty they know

Your lips tracing my skin Your tongue caressing my hips

Conceited of the effect you have on me Rightfully so, sinfully so

I can feel your desire, like a shadow hovering over me My greed to be felt, intensified with my intoxication

You don't utter beautiful words or Whisper sweet nothings You don't ask me if I'm sore No holding me to sleep

You touch me, filling me up, stealing my breath And then you leave

no tangled bodies in the sheets Making my heart bleed

Evidently, you had once been like me But she ripped your heart out, tore you apart

do you ever wonder why the only times you ever actually feel something is while you're reading or watching something? it's like drugs; the dopamine, the pain, the overflowing vault of emotions; it all just comes flooding out while you're reading. the rush of excitement flooding through, which only emerges at the thought of the fictional worlds we've created inside our heads. nothing in real life gets you quite high like that, only feeling any exhilaration through the stupid games, teasing, and playful banter with a dumb guy you couldn't give two shits about. always trying to be sucked into a book filling your heart with the rawest emotions you could ever experience.