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I wish
I could go up
And
Not come down
10W
If at first you do not succeed then self destruct.
Don't let it hurt
Don't let it consume you
Failing is a fear
It consumes us all
This place...
It's dark it's eating me
I've watched myself become the other
Everything I saw as broken

I am.
My dark place
******* lips and steal my breath
gasping, back arching
I'm not allowed to mark you with my teeth
or nails
but I'll find other ways
of leaving a print

I filled my mouth with honey
Don't you want a taste?
Don't you
Forget about me
I no longer understand the night.
How it thinly veils the corruption of our souls as our hearts bleed out all that was once innocent.

I am more at home in the light of early morning.
When the sun's warmth takes the bite off of Winter's parting kiss with all the promise of spring and summer's love brightly lit for all to see,
The shadows of yesterday forgotten at least for the moment.
If you ever happened to miss me one day,
It's probably because I'm gone.

If you ever happened to see me one day,
Walking down these streets,
Go ahead, you can greet.
"Hello, how are you now?"
Ask me questions, everything you want to know.

If you ever happened to remember me,
How we were so happy.
How I love you-
And you,me?
Those moments instilled in my
memory.
Creating a sense of nostalgia,
Of hope, that perhaps we are meant to be.

If you ever happened to, someday realize, you love me.
(laughing to myself)
It will never happen.
I know it will never be.
For you had married her. Not me.

If you ever happened to hope for a
story with me.
It will be too late already.
For,
Ours, died long before it can even be alive.
To the man I hope to love but cannot. This is NOT for yoĆ¼
The
three
words
we long to hear
above
all others -
You.
Belong.
Here.
hello, executioner
hello starlight, hello pillager
make me a village
give me pitchforks give me haybales i will give you a show
brand new, glitter stuck shiny on the sign out front crying havoc
crying
"hello executioner lead me to the
slaughter"
you menace
isnt this a sight?
twenty-five love letters to a guillotine and a girl you killed
seven hundred years ago
advertising strategy number thirty-four: **** your neighbor
**** everyone you know and then **** yourself
are you jealous? are your eyes open?
i can hear your nose bleeding from here
(twenty-five love letters addressed to a dead person
oh god oh god,
can your hear the water rush)
the disposal is running in the sink
"what are you a robot"
stop talking about anarchy this isnt a drug bust
two white balloons and blood on the ceiling
haven't you ever seen a dead body before?
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