Damn,IhateyousobadrightnowYou leave me speechless And the only words able to leave my lips Are those three lovely words,Damn,Ihateyousobadrightnow
And no, its not “I love you.” Was it something I had said? I take it back; I’d take it all back Just to spend one more moment with you, All alone and totally secluded. The point of most vulnerability
Is where I want you. Then you can feel, The open wounds of your heart, The stitches that hold its place,
And the memories that bleed down from it. A feeling of déjà vu comes to you. Except now, the tables have turned And the knife looks familiar. The
the color of deceitYou did it again. This will be the last time your guilt is dipped in my sympathy. Excuses to the bottom of your lip, they feel like an arrow tipped in poison. When will this pain stop. The hurt that comes from the bowels of my stomach. Can you feel this torment, the blood in my veins, beneath my skin, boiling at the thought of you. The consolidating emotions, rendering the heart vitiated. I thought I knew you. But your words proved otherwise. Your invigilating eyes paralyze my very will to speak. How can you expect me to fight back. I could always forgive you. The chance for you to stitch this heart back together. Just to wait for the momentthe color of deceit
Superman used the subwayWait, ive done this before. Three summers ago. There was a rumor that little kids can get their legs cut off if they slip. I could almost imagine a similar situation happening to me. It just might’ve happened. Nah, it was just my mind playing games. I could read the signs but I never knew what they meant. The scrolling train on the sign explained the swift wind coming across that would make a blind man think that superman had just passed by. I hoped to see the ads you can see through the window. When you went through the tunnel, you could see an ad for ray ban sunglasses, being worn by agent j and k.Superman used the subway
and where would this tak
Blood was her artShe fell further from the clouds. Weightless and simple. Anything she held on to, cared about was all gone. Her burdens, lifted off her chest. She couldn’t handle the pressure. Said it was too much. Her hair was chaotic, and so was her mind. She didn’t know what was going on. All she knew was tomorrow, it wouldn’t matter. She didn’t have to care anymore. It didn’t matter that she was as smart as Einstein. Artistic as Picasso. No one cared in her eyes. So she closed them.Blood was her art
A million images flashed before her eyes. Pictures of her childhood. When her parents paid attention. Noticed her. She wanted to feel again. Closer and closer she came
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