i could compare us to two glasses smashing against each other,
i mean before we collided
we were just beside each other
but it happened
and ****
it caused the loudest noise
****
it cut through the air like a *******
**** there was glass everywhere
we were beautiful
pure, but tainted
clear
you were almost a like a heuristic to my desires
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i think
maybe
someone
swept
us
i mean, the glass up
and discarded it
i mean, us
but oddly enough
we were thrown away, yet a few pieces of you remained with me
but
i'm not sure if you have any pieces of me
or if you even care to
you might do
but that's just a waiting game for me right?
you're still somewhere, with me, in me
glass cuts like a *******
so i'm gonna **** it up and drink this ******* blood