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WickedHope Nov 2015
...
When you touch me, does it burn?
. . .
He used to say my touch burnt him.

I never really new what that meant.                                                  

                                                   That was before I set the world on fire.
                                                   That was before I set life ablaze.

The   oxygen   was   s w a l l o w e d   up.
Nothing   was   left   to   breathe   but   black   s m o k e.

        The   ash   c l u n g   to   my   hair   and   c l o u d e d   my   eyes.
                   Flames   w r a p p e d   around   my   wrists.              
                   Flames   licked   up   my   thighs,   over   my   hips.  

My creations claimed me as their own.
And made me as had I made them.
Guys, my titles are getting worse. Again.
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
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And this is crap. Whoops.
WickedHope Nov 2015
Just cut me
Just pick up the **** knife and cut me
You've already left jagged wounds
Prove that you're capable enough to inflict them to my face
I'm tired of the rocks thrown from the distance
I'm tired of the blows from behind, of the back stabs
So look me in the eyes
And cut me
... for I'm already bleeding.
  Nov 2015 WickedHope
Mystery Girl
I've spent time with you
Around your friends
Alone
You seemed so great
Like you cared for me too
But it's all just a ******* lie
Isn't it?
You never really liked me
Did you?
.....
Didn't think so.
  Nov 2015 WickedHope
Tupelo
Somedays I wonder,
How it all came out to this
Was it the ring of the chamber
The echo of the glass,
Emptied and dry,
Your wine red as his blood,
Both left oceans of rooms,
They left for fear of drowning,
I have not yet sailed off,
Stuck in this fish tank
With no air left
A man who doesn't feel any emotions
So he doesn't destroy another person with emotions.
WickedHope Nov 2015
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

I stare up at the clouds and wonder what you would see
           if you were still looking up with me
I imagine you're looking down now, down at earth, at me
I wonder what your laugh would sound like, grown up
My heart is trying so hard not to break every time I think
           of your sweet smile and the rest of my body shakes
The tears don't come any more, not that I was ever one to cry

When night falls
            and I see the stars, I look at my wrist and recall how
            I had to compose my self enough to tell the artist how
            to spell your name
When night falls
            the moon is still enough to light up my arm so that
            I can trace the script with my fingertips
When night falls
            I can't do anything but quietly whisper *"I'm sorry."


            **I don't know why I'm the miracle and you're the memory
First line is from "Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City.
I haven't heard that song in forever.
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