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Oct 2013
I turned you bitter, you made vinegar flow in my veins
I burned when you touched me, you spit acid at me everytime we talk
I am a withering flower in a decaying atmosphere without you
You are blooming into your true form without me.

I gave you a scar across your cheek
on accident if i can recall
In your dark complexion it scarred
lighter than your skin tone
And i guarantee if you look right now it'll still be right where i left it.

Why don't i have any scars on my body from you?
why couldn't you leave something so permanent
On me like i did for you so many times
these words are permanent
Like your memory in my brain
where you tattooed it when i showed you my thoughts
I wish every time i said i loved you
it burned like alcohol in your cuts
I wish every time you read my name
it burned like beer down your throat.

You flow through my capillaries
and when i kiss him all i see is your face
All i taste is my regret
every time
And quite frankly my dear, it makes me sick
get out from under my skin
When all you want to do is be under another girl's
because quite frankly my dear, it makes you sick
I just want to paint an accurate picture of you
for everyone who reads this.

An emotionally inept soon-to-be adult
boy who makes a mockery of love
When he used to feel it all so well
a shell of someone who used to be so interesting
Now blends in with every other boy his age
am i describing you correctly?
Do you feel proud in how you pushed back your inner most feelings down into the smallest corner of your brain?

Because I admitted something to you that my pride only wanted to shove down into my stomach
Acids never to be seen again
manipulate me how you used to do so well
Into believing that i don't love you anymore
erase your every touch from my nerve endings
Until i can no longer feel what you did
when i can no longer feel your presense
you're the 10th letter from the alphabet that i can
No longer read without a sharp pain induced
i want you to read this and see how you influence me
God, i loved you, i love you you idiot
it's the way that you fake it i know it's too late for that
Your interest in me is so insincere.

Who's brave now?
Lara M
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