............I remember the sound of your voice.
    Your breath on my cheek both warm and chilled as you whispered
              "Just one more............"
                      I shiver.

We drink the poison people pour for us, and yet we wonder why
                    we feel so sick.

The Liquor told me something I think you 'ought to know, it told me that you're cheating on mom, and you only come home for show.
It's tired of the bruises that you give her everyday, and says that something scary inside is going to make you pay. I put the pieces together and I know it's all true, and you wanna know something else? It wants to talk to you.

We are afraid of death because it is not tangible. We cannot touch it, its timing is a mystery, and we can't control it.

I could never understand the pain that you
       felt, but the pain that you inflicted hurt
                        much more.
                    Without a doubt.

I’m an acrobat for your devotion, twisting and turning through every emotion. Here one day and gone another, feet so fast I’ve never recovered. But with a heart shaped bruise I’ll stay by your side, for one day I’ll be yours and you will be mine.

I remember you only from a placid paper dream.
               I was weak and small and you took advantage of me.
    
          My mind plays tricks to keep me from breaking, but vividly and consistently it keeps on playing

I’m sewing up the pieces of me that you laboriously tore,

but deep down I know there’s more, much more.

I have a secret that keeps me up at night. I have feelings for you and I don’t think it’s right. I’m small and quiet, overlooked by your glowing eyes, you wouldn’t notice me even if I tried. I have a secret that keeps me up at night.

It wasn't me, for it was you who turned the Blind Eye. You see what you want to, and hide behind the veil because it suits you fancies. Like a crow, you return to the one who feeds you, reliant on the world for your bread. I  will feed you nevermore, for your sake, because bliss you may be no longer. For even the crow will return to its ******.

Every time you look at me, it’s as if being seen bare. Nothing but my rawness up in the open air.

You see right through me, my flaws and all. My stomach jumps up and down like a bouncing rubber ball.

I bite my lip hard to keep my emotions from slipping, but I still can’t shake the memory of when we were last kissing.

I could live behind a screen and crave applause, but I prefer to show my flaws. I could chase after love in a never ending game, but being ****** isn't my thing. I bleed in red, and cry in blue. I am different, unlike you.

I know leaving you was the best thing for me, but why do I still feel so ******* lonely?

I will always remember the feeling I got every time you held me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Your words were like wine, bittersweet and intoxicating, And I drank from your cup never feeling full. Though you broke my heart, I want to thank you. For it was you who made me realize how insatiable you are.

You knew what you wanted the moment that you saw me.
                         The fact that I never stopped you is my biggest regret.

Our sick and twisted love isn’t healthy, but then again, neither are we.