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I hastily half-build a wall between us finally demanding that it's what I need Hearing your footsteps around the corner, your voice previously so enticing, now sounds like chains coming to wrap me up once again... I take off my bare feet running from the prison of your sweet trickery one last time as fast as my adrenaline will take them But I don't have enough self control not to look back When I do, I witness your purple fist grip tight around the neck of my shirt and I realize I've been wasting my energy running in place Running circles in a place I no longer wish to display upon my tired eyes As much as I wish to push on and out of your death grip I do what I know I shouldn't I look into those chocolate eyes just as they begin to rain salty tears And down to your heart that is now melting out of your chest and down your body dripping a thick red onto your once white shoes You'll probably blame me for the mess My pace slows, my heart yearning to be your comfort one last time But my mind reminds me of the countless memories of heavy hands coming down on me along with all your shattered promises And suddenly all pity has vanished my once vulnerable heart warped into an unrecognizable icy thing I break free of your hold the sound of my shirt tearing sounds like freedom The wind on my skin like a breathe of fresh air Suddenly, I feel the weight of the world lift off my shoulders and I feel 100lbs lighter I race away leaving you, arm still extended, as if to say you'll always love me in some deformed way Slumping in a puddle of gooey heartache and red
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
gooey heartache
I hastily half-build a wall between us finally demanding that it's what I need Hearing your footsteps around the corner, your voice previously so enticing, now sounds like chains coming to wrap me up once again... I take off my bare feet running from the prison of your sweet trickery one last time as fast as my adrenaline will take them But I don't have enough self control not to look back When I do, I witness your purple fist grip tight around the neck of my shirt and I realize I've been wasting my energy running in place Running circles in a place I no longer wish to display upon my tired eyes As much as I wish to push on and out of your death grip I do what I know I shouldn't I look into those chocolate eyes just as they begin to rain salty tears And down to your heart that is now melting out of your chest and down your body dripping a thick red onto your once white shoes You'll probably blame me for the mess My pace slows, my heart yearning to be your comfort one last time But my mind reminds me of the countless memories of heavy hands coming down on me along with all your shattered promises And suddenly all pity has vanished my once vulnerable heart warped into an unrecognizable icy thing I break free of your hold the sound of my shirt tearing sounds like freedom The wind on my skin like a breathe of fresh air Suddenly, I feel the weight of the world lift off my shoulders and I feel 100lbs lighter I race away leaving you, arm still extended, as if to say you'll always love me in some deformed way Slumping in a puddle of gooey heartache and red
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
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