It ended with stares like daggers
Those which pierced his heart.
He bled red like the satin petals of his roses that struck me long before.
Our relationship was based off the prior melancholy states we were once in
at one point we fixed each other, until our jigsaw puzzle no longer fit
It was time to let go of what I thought was forever
I couldn't tell you what good I was doing in the moment
but I knew every ounce of my being begged for me to cut ties
from everything I'd ever known
I needed to pulverize my life straight to dust
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
It ended with stares like daggers
Those which pierced his heart.
He bled red like the satin petals of his roses that struck me long before.
Our relationship was based off the prior melancholy states we were once in
at one point we fixed each other, until our jigsaw puzzle no longer fit
It was time to let go of what I thought was forever
I couldn't tell you what good I was doing in the moment
but I knew every ounce of my being begged for me to cut ties
from everything I'd ever known
I needed to pulverize my life straight to dust
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