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  Aug 2020 Anastasia
basil
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laughter became our
common tongue
as we filled our mouths
with each other's whimsy
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  Aug 2020 Anastasia
basil
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i think i like it:
the way that you look at my face and feel the guilt writhe in your stomach
as you remember that you forgot me
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Anastasia Aug 2020
you should have been there
to hold me back
keep me from jumping
keep me on track
top of the building
wind in my hair
made a mistake
breathing in the air
got what i deserved
knew it when i hit the ground
but it still hurt
because you weren't around
you should have been there
before i made the cut
before i ended it all
should've trusted my gut
the color red
staining my eyes
visions of you
right before my demise
you should have been there
before i took the pills
swallowed them whole
one of many kills
rejecting my own body
choking on my spit
it'll be over soon
should've known this was it
disclaimer: this is not a suicide note
Anastasia Aug 2020
He said he loved me
and I gave him my heart
Then he left,
and I fell apart
All I wanted
was to have something real
But I left my smile on my face
for him to steal
He's not here
to kiss the cuts on my skin
I should have known
that I would never win
I let his poison under my skin
Because I was so desperate to let him in
So desperate for the taste of his lips
That I let him tear me until he covered me in rips
I miss the stories that he would spin
No one ever told me that love was a sin
Watching my tears fall to the ground
Hoping there will soon be enough to drown
Anastasia Aug 2020
without you,
          i can't seem to do anything
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Anastasia Aug 2020
crimson beads
on a pale wrist
blade digging
white-knuckled fist
tears flood
from sparkling eyes
wishing for
a quick demise
a painful love
piercing heart-flesh
lips like velvet
on cuts still fresh
a dream of a lover
of someone so sweet
a lovely human
to make me complete
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