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Nov 2015
You weren't who I thought you were.

Everything, you
Fell out of my hands with one big
Clamoring heart beat
All I can do now is work it out through poetry
You are right, you will appear in all of my work now.

And I hope it cripples your heart
I hope you wake up in the morning
With a flat, lost feeling
Because you no longer
Have me.

An empty space
Or the blanket you use to wrap up in
Because I always stole all the covers
I move past the pain.

All the promises of a future
I think I knew all along
Would never occur
Wedding dress whistling in the wind
We discussed the names of our children
As you plotted and drunkenly told
Anyone who would listen
You made my plans
Your plans
I should have seen through
The enormous pacifier in your ***** lips.

You always wanted everyone to watch you
I tried to be a spectator in the crowd
As you drug me in further and further
With deceit and expletive filled promises of love
You weren't who I thought you were.

So in this eerie world covered in cob webs
Fresh blood from my throat
I string my pearls around me now
The prettiest ending
Anyone ever did see.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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