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Step one starts with forgetting/ you begin by tearing yourself from the skin they took home in, disconnecting your arms from their seams, eating their hearts and hoping that they forget you, too Step two means burning all ties, dissolving each memory like the pills your mother took at breakfast, how could you have let this happen? so you pull their veins from yours and untangle what they gave you, choke down a penny and hope that they don't think of you Step three is the detox, cut yourself open and scrub yourself shiny::: unchain your wrists from that dinner table and hope that his nightlight doesn't bleed through that doorway, orange was never a pretty color anyway Step four is the hardest, . when you take a knife to your palm, and make slits down to your wrist, when you ignore the beck and call of memories you forgot you had, people you realize never cared, so you take a drink for those you know you've long forgotten, and come clean to three different people, all the same and hope the next girl doesn't know step one.... it never seemed to hurt when you played it all out in your head.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
how to runaway
Step one starts with forgetting/ you begin by tearing yourself from the skin they took home in, disconnecting your arms from their seams, eating their hearts and hoping that they forget you, too Step two means burning all ties, dissolving each memory like the pills your mother took at breakfast, how could you have let this happen? so you pull their veins from yours and untangle what they gave you, choke down a penny and hope that they don't think of you Step three is the detox, cut yourself open and scrub yourself shiny::: unchain your wrists from that dinner table and hope that his nightlight doesn't bleed through that doorway, orange was never a pretty color anyway Step four is the hardest, . when you take a knife to your palm, and make slits down to your wrist, when you ignore the beck and call of memories you forgot you had, people you realize never cared, so you take a drink for those you know you've long forgotten, and come clean to three different people, all the same and hope the next girl doesn't know step one.... it never seemed to hurt when you played it all out in your head.
this has been in my phone's notes for a really long time and i finally wrote step four. right as he forgets and replaces me...:.. ....ok
#pills#heart#relationship#forget#memory#ignore#veins#knife#orange#detox
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
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