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Jul 2013
red
i hope you liked the writing
while it came
for you

i hope you liked my skin
how it crawled
for you

i never asked for attachment when
i helped you out that one time
so stupidly, i took you that one time
in the back seat of a car

i've found a few familiar trends
in the way that love dies
and to watch your lover cry
my heart is slowing, my
fingers lost their spark

there's been something trying to get me to die
from the inside
since they day i
first saw these blue skies,

it never fails to show me
the inherent dark
of night

so i can easily run away now since you've
already kept me at number two
no need to hang around now,
my young-eyed lost soul

you asked me what i saw when i looked in your eyes
and i never told you so

i see a little boy battling with age
a confused boy who has lost his page
a man who is learning to handle his rage
most of it baby, it's all just a phase.

don't you worry your pretty little head,
soon enough, we'll all be dead,
my blood your wine, my body your bread;
i'll be waiting
and painting
the marks of  your fingers left on my skin
red
Aviendha Goodrich
Written by
Aviendha Goodrich  21/Cisgender Female/Maryland
(21/Cisgender Female/Maryland)   
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