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I am sorry, and you are sorry, we can make up in the morning, wake up in our torment, go back to bed and do it all again, before the storm hits, as it's the fragile moments that make this what it is, and it's, beautiful,  ~ whatever it is.
There once was a girl with no name
Everyone thought she was lame
They lit her on fire
To feed their desire
So into their nightmares she came
written by a night child

-Limerick for English class.
I back peddle from a paper pedestal, hoping for the best, hoping you don't intend to inspect the wreckage I have left.

I am temptation at its test, an exclamation on contempt, collecting the regrets to my exemptions under stress.

A misnomer to my bets, against the better judgments I neglect, I'm set in my ways, in lucid forays, I've let from my veins,

and I've slept, the whole ******* way.
Sweet, soulful bliss
Of a soft, tender kiss
Will only last so long
Before it starts to feel so wrong
How can I trust
When there are lies in your lust
And even if I ignore
That it's her you adore
I'll still feel the long
Of your unmeaningful song
And the adventure in your eyes
As I believe all your lies
written by a night child
My life is now my delusion,
A world made of fantasies.
Happiness is no longer the illusion,
My life is my new disease.

No longer waiting to see what happens,
No more waiting on fate.
I will decide where it all ends,
I will show you all my hate.

You claim to be full of anger,
You spread nothing but lies.
Your time in my mind is in danger,
For you are whom I truly despise.

The look in your eyes is hard to handle,
It's almost something to be feared.
Is this true or just another scandal?
Where is your face--just mine I see mirrored.
done with the world, hbu?
Woven in your memory,
I stand inside your heart.
Your love I never knew,
Was growing stronger too.

It hurts me to hurt you,
But it hurts me not to.
Why can't you understand,
That I'm spinning out of control?

I no longer crave your lips,
I no longer feel that love.
That does not mean I hate you,
That does not mean I don't care.

I can't trust myself,
Therefore you shouldn't trust me either.
My heart has hidden scars,
That I put there long ago.

I was satisfied with the thought of love,
It sounded so amazing,
Now I'm just sick and tired of it,
Please, I need to rest.

I know it's hard to let go,
But you don't deserve this mess,
I'm stupid and now you know it,
But blame me instead.
written by a night child

— The End —