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 Jun 2015 Sag
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Memento
 Jun 2015 Sag
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"How can you say that he loved you?"
He gave me something
To remember for a lifetime

"That's not enough.
They'll fade soon."
But how could they fade?

All the medications they gave
Procedures they made
These scars won't ever grow away

They won't grow tired
Of showing me how he loved me
And how strong his love was

"You should let them go."
How could I do such thing when
Skinning myself is the only way?

I can't stop loving my scars
And it doesn't mean loving him
It's their purpose that they give me everytime

In my hour of solitude
And when I thought that I'm nothing
They remind me that someone once loved me

"You're delusional!"*
How could I be when they're the ones that help me to get through?
It is something I had from him
That I never had from all of you
 Jun 2015 Sag
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Put your mouth into mine and hold me like a tomb does. We've shared our bodies and our badness to the point of decay, we might as well keep washing our hands with each other's filth.
On the one night I slept for more than four hours, I dreamt that you had derailed a train with your your bare hand
it crashed into my front door and ran into my bedroom to see me, it pulled me atop it and the train was you
now i need you to cut up your passport and give it to the wind, I need you to set your past on fire and return to the ground with me, to consume with the only fire that will out mine out.
The fine line between you holding me and you holding me hostage is  wearing so thin that I can hardly see it, wearing, like the clothes I had on, the clothes I tore off in hopes of finding you somewhere beneath them, like a stupid girl does, like a stupid girl does, like a stupid girl does
I remember when you told me that I'd never see the good side of you,
right after you told me how easy it is for me to see the truth. And those words tasted nice , they tasted like power
You put dominance into the hands of submissive like an orphaned child into the hands of a widow, and you watched her run with it
I make a bet with myself that I can abandon you for more than a little while
I made a bet last September that I would hate you this September, but you keep slipping
into the arousal of the hatred you provoke in me and I keep saying your name into a hole in the ground like a song into a microphone. So listen. So listen. So listen.
A language is just the way the tongue falls in love with the body
I miss the days when I ached for you to put yours to mine.
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