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I've been here before Listened to your feet crunch the shards of glass and shattered hearts Wiping the remnants of liquor and bitterness from liar's lips As your night of sugarcoated revelry comes to an end  The facade falls Cracks Echoing with the slam of a shotglass that pulses through ears And thumps through my brain with your sneer of rejection Your eyes don't shy from mine But they are discolored with arrogance Hardened by vanity As cold and empty as the bottle that sweats against my palm If I close my own I could reach for a memory of the past For a sunbeam's reflection highlighting the contours of your skin Or the childish purity in unquestioned belief But tonight, they will stay locked  I will watch the candied venom drip from your curling lips, drawing me back under a veil of falsity And see us for what we really are I am no longer the same. I won't be your entertainment Your distraction Your pastime or plaything The show is over. I've been here before  But this is the last time I'll come back.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
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I've been here before Listened to your feet crunch the shards of glass and shattered hearts Wiping the remnants of liquor and bitterness from liar's lips As your night of sugarcoated revelry comes to an end  The facade falls Cracks Echoing with the slam of a shotglass that pulses through ears And thumps through my brain with your sneer of rejection Your eyes don't shy from mine But they are discolored with arrogance Hardened by vanity As cold and empty as the bottle that sweats against my palm If I close my own I could reach for a memory of the past For a sunbeam's reflection highlighting the contours of your skin Or the childish purity in unquestioned belief But tonight, they will stay locked  I will watch the candied venom drip from your curling lips, drawing me back under a veil of falsity And see us for what we really are I am no longer the same. I won't be your entertainment Your distraction Your pastime or plaything The show is over. I've been here before  But this is the last time I'll come back.
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emily-galvin
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
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