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Jul 2014
YOU LEFT BRUISES ON MY FACE WHEN YOU LEFT
BUT THE BRUISE THAT'S THE MOST PROMINENT IS THE ONE
THAT'S STUCK IN MY BRAIN
BETWEEN MY MEMORIES AND MY SANITY
BROKEN BONES AND BRUISED BODIES CAN'T COMPARE
TO THE WAY YOU TORE MY VEINS APART
AND INSERTED YOURSELF INTO MY BLOODSTREAM

NIGHTMARES OF YOU PREVENT ME FROM SLEEPING
CAN'T GET YOU OUT NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY
I'M EXHALING YOU INTO CIGARETTE SMOKE
AND SOON, I WON'T BE ABLE TO TASTE YOU
JUST THE TASTE OF THE TOBACCO
AND THE SMOKE IN MY THAT THAT WILL NO LONGER
BURN AS IF I'M SAYING YOUR NAME

IF I THINK HARD ENOUGH
THE DIRT UNDERNEATH MY FINGERNAILS
BECOMES THE ROSE THORNS IN YOUR SMILE
WHEN YOU RAN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR AND SAID
"IT'LL ALL BE OKAY, JUST YOU WAIT"
YET THE COOL WIND IS YOUR VOICE
EARLY IN THE MORNING
WHEN YOU SHOOK ME AWAKE
AND WHISPERED, "WE NEED TO GO"

LATELY I'VE BEEN BURNING MEMORIES OF YOU
BUT I CAN'T BURN YOU OUT OF MY MIND
WHERE YOU REMOVED MY BRAIN
AND REPLACED IT WITH YOUR OWN
DIZZY DISTANCES AND DETACHED DESIRES CAN'T COMPARE
TO THE WAY YOU TORE MY VEINS APART
AND INSERTED YOURSELF INTO MY BLOODSTREAM
inspired by chuck palahniuk.
labyrinths
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labyrinths  ontario, canada
(ontario, canada)   
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