I could feel the blood running down my arms.
My legs.
My chest.
My back.

These old wounds were starting to bleed again.
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And it was when I thought of you.

When the time comes
I want the lights on.

When the time comes
I want you to look at me.
To see me.

When the time comes
I don't want to cover my curves.
I want you to touch them.

When the time comes
I want the lights on.

You're a shovel.
Digging a deep hole in my chest.

I can feel my every breath
whirling around with no way out.

Make it stop.

The trees moving in the wind.
The leaves falling from the moving branches

Its beautiful.

What about when the leaves hit the ground?
They are stepped on
Rained on.
Probably ****** on.

So, that kind of *****.

It was meaningless.
I mean, I'd like to think it was
You only wanted her touch for the night.
You only wanted her lips for the night.
It was meaningless.

It should of been my touch.
It should of been my lips.

It might of been a meaningless encounter
But I feel robbed.
It should of been me.
It should of been me.