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Sep 2015
Dating you was like Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun, and I trusted you anyways so I pulled the trigger
Because if I could bleed out your smile, I would cut my throat and do a hand stand
When you spoke my name your words stitched my skin back together and nursed my wounds but You had no training, and now I'm what's left of your malpractice
You see you could have just broken my heart with a clean split and easy to fix but instead your acidic lies, dissolved it and now it's no longer there
You crafted lies that burrowed in my ears, and slowly poisoned my brain, just enough so that I would blame myself, enough so that when I looked at my own reflection all I saw was my scars, which are like my flaws because they will never ever go away
Every time I think of you another piece of my heart commits suicide, and melts away, there has been nothing there for a while now, I guess that's why I feel so empty, because if you were to crack my shell, I would be hollow because I told you I would give you everything I am, and you took it all with you
The lies you told have stuck to me like ****** and their currently burning my soul, you've made my body my own living hell, and it's all fueled by the fact that I still love you, but who knows, maybe when I'm all burnt out, something beautiful can grow from my ashes...
SpokenWord Poem
Written by
Ousmane Iacavoni
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