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two years ago
I didn't want to wake up someday
regretting that i decided to mend a heart I didn't break
but, this morning
i woke up
to broken battles, broken hearts i had her name tattooed on me but the ink
began to rust she swore she'd have her revenge and
so she did. I swear
i swear, the devil made her do it and and she'll do it again
she sold the love she had for me,
A cut to my throat
my porcelain image crusted in shards, my face turned light and *** white.
she put me on a pedestal,
and a display with a
spotlight, with words like loaded pistols convincing me i won't be okay.
but then
then I'd fall fast asleep
bears and tigers slept under my bed
they'd sometimes come out to play,
in our dreams we'd roar and pounce, and together we'd catch our pray.
we would hunt for my
innocence.
turn every stone
looking for it
my hunger for it grew but it's only now
that i realized that
dreaming is dangerous
it makes you wish for things you know you can't have.
I wanted to be one again. pure.
free of corruption. stainless.
free of the blood that my hands are drenched in, i want for my bruises
and scars to heal, the light ring of purple around my neck where your hands had been a
few times too often.
we only have lullaby tea
i really don't want to wake up
and didn't put these words together tonight, really, they've been in the bottom
of my mind where you reside more often than i'd like, you have too many
*** faces, but you're too scared
to wear any of them.
all you wear is
the pretty one.
the one that takes no effort, or though or intellect.
unfortunately you were born with it
like some are with tragedy in their blood
this is most definitely not figment of my imagination, even though madness is
good at creating hallucination.
i'll just leave my burdens at the cross, and hope
that'll restore my faith.
She is
the slowest demise of death.
a promise with a catch.
never again will I let her get to me,
the way i see it now
is that she can't pull the trigger
if I don't hand the gun