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BreathlessRemnants of the past of me crash deeply into you
I'm burying the spade from my hearts murder
Cut inside of you
My hands bleed like weapons broken and bruised
When all you had to do was love me
The noises and those feelings burned forever in my mind
Come out and replay, living
For the constant second time
My soul was stolen by apathy as I fought a losing battle
Crying out with tears and worries
Never more than cattle
I am hollowed inside, twenty-three going on four
Twisted thorns and broken dreams
Another slammed door
When these demons finally take me, I will have no one to blame
But the aching of my own heart
And the broken whisper of your name
That you never heard.
When it comes I'll never blame you, nor could I ever believe
That all it would take is surrender
And time to grieve
To fix me.
I am a living corpse of the child you forever kill
Whose heart you ate and spat
Can't solve everything with another pill
What do you think of that?
Still I keep on fighting, although
Book of My LifeSo many words inside internal cages
Locked amongst the memories
Littered with unspoken heartache
Crushed deep inside old pages
This book of my life is getting old
I am tired of reading
Starting a new chapter
Only to get back to the beginning
When you can see the end before it's begun
And the walls around you sing
"It's time to give up, move on, be free"
But all you're feeling is the sting
Of a story that will never be edited
A tale never to be sung
People to die away in ashes
A number high but hearts too young
The back of the book's jacket
Tells of depressing and morbid things
Enticing bored readers
With the words of my living
Breath in my lungs is ragged
As I place down the dusted tome
Realizing that I already knew the climax
Will never bring a better home
You've broken all my wishes
Torn apart my childhood dreams
Echoed the doubts inside my own head
And thrown hands over my screams
So I no longer want this story
To hell with this old book
It's brittle beyond repair
My heart broken, l
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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