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Mal May 2014
When I wake I can't help but to think of you
And all of the ****** up things you've done
Take pride, the East is burning in your eyes
Hard to imagine you're not even done yet

Keep your filthy hands off of me, you make me ill
You cloud my mind and my body with that traitorous aura
It's a shame that I can't tell you, I know about her
And how you left me to crawl on top of her

Please, for the sake of me, keep pretending I don't know
I love to hear all the lies you tailor, just for me
Weave your stories for me, I'll add them to your effigy
We can put them in this book that I've aptly named "Love"

I'll add it to my private collection, the first of it's kind
It was a revolting story, with reprehensible words and ideas
The dearest chapters are first and last, here we end where we began
Two strangers, who thought they knew best.
Mal Apr 2014
I dream even when I'm awake
My eyes play tricks on me and I see you in the dark
Your hands cast sickly shadows against my skin
Where I hate to feel you again.
Your body is cold because you don't exist
I made you up inside my head
Three years caught in a waking dream
Three years spent means nothing
My loss your gain
My heart tells me that you did exist
It reminds me everyday but then,
This is where I hate to feel you again.
I have memories of you that seem untrue
You used to smile and hold me, tell me I'm okay!
Whose dream was that?
When I turn the light on please disappear
You never do, because you are real
The nausea in my stomach
The pain in my head
The lump in my throat
The ache that radiates in my chest
This is where I hate to feel you again.

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