You who crossed over
the next decade like a stranger
on slowly familiar lands
No you are not mine to begin with
I merely cut open
Like a surgeon
Only I wasn't saved.
They'll say you tried to ****
me then
What a story
What a cry
The swan song
Plays itself repeatedly
like a haunted rhyme
I am not a listener
I am the orchestrator.
Although I fail to
build from scratch
without reducing
myself to you
or anything at all
Fragility is my downfall
And you know very well
how to shatter.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
You who crossed over
the next decade like a stranger
on slowly familiar lands
No you are not mine to begin with
I merely cut open
Like a surgeon
Only I wasn't saved.
They'll say you tried to ****
me then
What a story
What a cry
The swan song
Plays itself repeatedly
like a haunted rhyme
I am not a listener
I am the orchestrator.
Although I fail to
build from scratch
without reducing
myself to you
or anything at all
Fragility is my downfall
And you know very well
how to shatter.
It cannot and would not leave me alone afterall
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