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You're like a headache that doesn’t go away. When I try to erase you, you scream “No Way!” All I hear is your throbbing, All I feel is your pain. All your memories are burning a hole through my brain. when our eyes meet, I’m the first to turn my head. When I try to shake you off you only manage to spread. I’ve only managed to love you, and I think that ruined me. He was perfect, but my mind said, “If he’s not him we aren’t meant to be.” I know you hate me, everyone does. I just wish my love for you would fade away to fuzz. I don’t only taste blood sometimes I taste microwave burritos or Twix You ate yours with the cheese that always sticks But now they only make me sick when I start to chew. You wrestled your brother and let him win because he’s smaller than you. I can only blame myself because it's my fault you’re gone. I shouldn’t have been scared I should just held on. maybe then I’d have butterflies in my stomach, Not bees in my mind.
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
The butterflies, and the bees
You're like a headache that doesn’t go away. When I try to erase you, you scream “No Way!” All I hear is your throbbing, All I feel is your pain. All your memories are burning a hole through my brain. when our eyes meet, I’m the first to turn my head. When I try to shake you off you only manage to spread. I’ve only managed to love you, and I think that ruined me. He was perfect, but my mind said, “If he’s not him we aren’t meant to be.” I know you hate me, everyone does. I just wish my love for you would fade away to fuzz. I don’t only taste blood sometimes I taste microwave burritos or Twix You ate yours with the cheese that always sticks But now they only make me sick when I start to chew. You wrestled your brother and let him win because he’s smaller than you. I can only blame myself because it's my fault you’re gone. I shouldn’t have been scared I should just held on. maybe then I’d have butterflies in my stomach, Not bees in my mind.
Do you ever do something or say something and think of me?
Darbilina
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
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