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Feb 2017
I'm sick of this push and pull, we don't have an umbilical cord,
But here you are, draining me, and what do I get in return?
Cold nights turned into hot nights, bed sheets, back seats,
They've lost all their appeal, and I don't think it's the venue,
I'm thinking it's the menu. What good is love when you can't afford the price?
I'm an accomplice in this heist where you steal a lover's trust,
And I don't think I'm any good at this;
I'm guilt-ridden, I'm torn to bits.
I wanted your love but I hate who you've become,
And I've started to realise I'm the same monster as you.
My heart belongs to you, too, and my body goes with it.
I'm not stronger than you, I can never separate the two.
I got in the car with the devil and was surprised when it crashes,
I should've known I couldn't walk away without some bruises and scratches.
Repost, because why the hell not?
Written by
Corvus  27/Trans Male/Liverpool
(27/Trans Male/Liverpool)   
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