I'm going to uncover you. I'm going to unmask all the things that haunt you. I'm going to unlock your code and when I do, I'll pour out all of your pieces so I can see every last bit of everything you've kept so hidden.*
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See my dear, there is a reason why the moon keeps a part of herself hidden from the gazing eyes. There's a reason why some lovers leave certain words unsaid. There are reasons why some mysteries are better left unsolved.

While they seem hauntingly beautiful, what's hidden there is not beautiful at all; it will ruin you for the rest of your life.

I wore a light blue dress the day you kissed me and every day after to prove that I was in love. I had floral patters around my waist so I could twirl around for you and show you the life inside of my heart.

You squeezed my hand as if every letter of their vows was your silent message to me. Red. We wore red. It took me six months for me to let that dress go, and I swear to God I never felt as beautiful as when the rain poured around us that day.

I wore a black dress for you with ribbons down my spine but every touch snagged the lace and it's starting to hardly cover me spelling only your name across my hips and my sides. Those dresses were the most appropriate for the days I let you take me. Sheer silk laid across the small of my back. I saw an inviting place for your palms but you only saw the zipper.

How fitting is it that I wore a fitted blue dress to my first real date after we gave up (exactly one year, two months and nine days). The same dress we made love in. The first time you did not tell me you loved me after.

A tan dress just like our skin in the summer. I let a you touch me naked and I've never felt fully clothed ever since. Not even the sleeves and loose skirt of my dress could hide the scars no matter how many times I twirled around for someone new.

I wore a polka-dot dress the first time you touched me inappropriately. I remember it being hot out. I wish I wore something else. November 1st, 2013. You would not even look at me after we became one, never mind talk to me.

On Sundays I wore white dresses to feel innocence again. I never failed to ***** the precious pearls lining the collar of my dress every week, though. I felt the bow across my back untie by your hands and the pure white tulle was ruined by my blood stained skin (though it was not the first a life ******* residue remained).

New Years Eve, 2013 I wore the prettiest dress I had ever owned. Apparently he thought it was pretty, too, because a taken boy kissed me in it. I remember being afraid you were drunk. I remember fighting with you. I remember missing you. I remember telling you that you only talked to me because you missed her. There's not a day I don't miss those drunk texts.

I wore multiple colors and threads fabricating all my good memories into a dress except I can't remember much anymore and this is rather skimpy.

time
stands still
as i watch you
slowly walking away

you
have taken
my world apart;
i have no idea
of what to do
with the pieces...

shards
bits
moments
fragments

isn't that
what life is all
about
anyway...?

HER:
no, stay back.
please!
inside of me
is a demon
who,
will consume
and devour
every bit
of you...

HIM:
let me, please!
just let me.
inside of me
is a hell
where,
your demon
can live...

and so
i did.

and
we became
matchsticks.

one stroke,
just a single stroke
we ignited.
into burning,
scorching flames
of crimsoned
scarlet fire...

yes,
i
can
forever
live
in
you...