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Blood On Your Hands

He suffocates me as you

watch; callous and indifferent, he will

chew me up and spit me out.

I breathe tar into my lungs and call it

love; my spine turns into paste,

oozing through my pores and into his

mattress. And even if you could

scoop me up, I'd still be * pliable* -

putty in your hands.

You believe in saving, like I believe in

being saved, but I'm still just

treading water while you

swim. And my dawn hasn't scared away

my darkness. He's holding me under while I

thrash; My bones may turn into

pearls, but I wont develop

gills in time to breathe, and

there's a good chance I've been

dead for years already anyways. Let me

slip through your fingers like

sand or time, God knows I've never

been worth saving. Yesterday I was

beautiful, today I'm shooting stars, but

tomorrow I'll just be the

blood you can't seem to

wash from under your fingernails. I'm

unforgettable for no other reason than

you can't rinse my taste from your

mouth; I like to leave

scars - So save your energy for yourself and

let him take me; the truth is,

We deserve each other.

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Written by
moriah-jean
Published
Mar 8, 2011
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© March 7th, 2011 Moriah Jean

 

"He" is my seven year disaster, and

"You" is Bryant.

 

If I know, I know, I know it wouldn't work, why can't I get him out of my head?

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