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Feb 2018
You call poison life,
While you lie with your broken and teary eyes.

You try to feel the window glass,
To see if you'll find any of my fingerprints.

You break everything while you scream my name,
In a try to delete the oxygen I breathed out calling yours.

You listen to the train's sound where we used to hangout,
So you can forget the sound of my voice that's stuck in your head.

You spend all your money on cigarettes,
Then cry while you smoke them.

You touch and hurt your lips from time to time,
Because they never said goodbye to mine.

You say your blood is blue,
'Cause that was my favorite colour.

You don't sleep,
'Cause the bed still smells like me.

You regret not yelling more at me,
And telling me how stupid I was for loving you.

You like to burn the clothes I left all over the place,
So you can **** my scent.

So basically,

You miss me,
And you can't take it anymore
.
The empty space relationships that end leave is **** hard and painful.
Sara Leal
Written by
Sara Leal  25/F/Portugal
(25/F/Portugal)   
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   ---, Cher and Mack
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