the past built your pride
pride is your fault now
walk around
head high
heart closed
eyes open
you've never been so fake
or maybe the right thing to say is real
i'm not sure anymore
before your eyes were the deepest
your heart was the most beautiful
and not just my heart
but my soul craved you
you controlled me
in the most beautiful
terrifying ways
i loved you tragically, yet truly
my soul bound to the words we shared
the tears i shed
the screams i muffled
my soul bound to you
my existences fueled through you
my heart yearned for you
who i thought you where became my universe
my world
my everything
now you remain just another soul
in the vessel of a man i once loved with the purest of loves
of a man who captured my soul
and then so violently
tore it apart.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
the past built your pride
pride is your fault now
walk around
head high
heart closed
eyes open
you've never been so fake
or maybe the right thing to say is real
i'm not sure anymore
before your eyes were the deepest
your heart was the most beautiful
and not just my heart
but my soul craved you
you controlled me
in the most beautiful
terrifying ways
i loved you tragically, yet truly
my soul bound to the words we shared
the tears i shed
the screams i muffled
my soul bound to you
my existences fueled through you
my heart yearned for you
who i thought you where became my universe
my world
my everything
now you remain just another soul
in the vessel of a man i once loved with the purest of loves
of a man who captured my soul
and then so violently
tore it apart.
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