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Fill the silence of our discontent with the sound of a swishing liquor bottle and the popping of pills. We are rocks in each others’ sinking worlds but I’m not your rock anymore. You threw me out of your life The night I let you Hold me The night I let you Touch me The night I let you Fell the love I have for you through the touch of my lips The pads of my fingers And the walls of my ****** The night I gave you everything I had And asked for nothing in return. But I’m not yours anymore I’m just a ***** on her knees begging for something more than ***** flavored I Love Yous. I’m not yours anymore I’m not begging or crying with my heart torn open Ready for you to pack another bowl within it Waiting for you to forget                                          hername                                                          myname                                                                           yourname Waiting for you to slip past hateful sobriety Waiting for you to drag me down with you to the bottom of a bottle Waiting for you to Love me. Waiting for you to smile and tell me all the things I want to hear and trust you. But I’m not yours anymore and I hate you. But today when you Smiled, spoke to me like a friend While she looked on from the corner I felt my heart eager for more ashes and resin of some late night whispers that sound so sweet but in the morning light float away like the smoke that slipped out of your mouth and into mine My legs ready to open But then I remembered                                  I’m not yours anymore. For you I’m not worth the lighter Cigarettes and love You stole from me But I don’t give a **** Because **I’m not Yours Any More.**
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
love at the bottom of bottle
Fill the silence of our discontent with the sound of a swishing liquor bottle and the popping of pills. We are rocks in each others’ sinking worlds but I’m not your rock anymore. You threw me out of your life The night I let you Hold me The night I let you Touch me The night I let you Fell the love I have for you through the touch of my lips The pads of my fingers And the walls of my ****** The night I gave you everything I had And asked for nothing in return. But I’m not yours anymore I’m just a ***** on her knees begging for something more than ***** flavored I Love Yous. I’m not yours anymore I’m not begging or crying with my heart torn open Ready for you to pack another bowl within it Waiting for you to forget                                          hername                                                          myname                                                                           yourname Waiting for you to slip past hateful sobriety Waiting for you to drag me down with you to the bottom of a bottle Waiting for you to Love me. Waiting for you to smile and tell me all the things I want to hear and trust you. But I’m not yours anymore and I hate you. But today when you Smiled, spoke to me like a friend While she looked on from the corner I felt my heart eager for more ashes and resin of some late night whispers that sound so sweet but in the morning light float away like the smoke that slipped out of your mouth and into mine My legs ready to open But then I remembered                                  I’m not yours anymore. For you I’m not worth the lighter Cigarettes and love You stole from me But I don’t give a **** Because **I’m not Yours Any More.**
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
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