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Mar 2019
My breath catches in my throat like the plunk of copper in a wishing well
We had dreams once, and I haven't slept so well since
I'm holding my breath, sinking to the bottom

Time doesn't always tell you what you wish you had know
It just a births a new fool, so that tomorrow someone will pay their 'I told you so' dues
Being with you was like standing in the middle of the road blindfolded with candy in my mouth
Dangerous, foolish, sweet and wishing a car would just hit me so it could be over
Having everything you ever wanted
Doesn't mean it's good for you
But peope are drugs and I'm an addict
Who hides on the top floor of their house in the summer as the rising heat steals my next breath from between my lip
As quickly as I conceive a kiss
My brain screams abort it
As I convince myself its not "that bad"
Because some people fall in love with volcanoes trying to convince the world that they are just misunderstood mountains
Until they erupt
And you aren't erupting, not yet
You are just simmering on your way to a boil and telling me that lava isn't that bad because I'm used to being cold
But eruptions don't care
If you are nice
Or kind
Or nice and kind and sweet and patient
They just want to devour every taste in one bite
Even if they are just going to spit it out
One day you will find me
To your misfortune, it will not be as I left
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
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