It seems
you've managed to gouge out
another chunk of my heart
...
took your time
to make me feel it,
every bit of it
...
Wormed those fingers of pain
right in
...
down to nauciously scraped
nerves
...
dug in so deep
must've been so ******
to find it was hollow?
...
Oh sweety,
with your forhead
planted in your palms
You look so lost?
Didn't think of the cost?
did you?
...
Oh,
how well
in our misery we soak
one day king of hearts;
next day broke!
...
you didn't think
id let it go
so easily did you?
...
I have a habit
of scaping the mess
under my nails
...
love is such a
gruesomely pretty colour
...
Cheer up!
...
I feel so much better!
...
now that I've taken
a good chunk
of yours.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
It seems
you've managed to gouge out
another chunk of my heart
...
took your time
to make me feel it,
every bit of it
...
Wormed those fingers of pain
right in
...
down to nauciously scraped
nerves
...
dug in so deep
must've been so ******
to find it was hollow?
...
Oh sweety,
with your forhead
planted in your palms
You look so lost?
Didn't think of the cost?
did you?
...
Oh,
how well
in our misery we soak
one day king of hearts;
next day broke!
...
you didn't think
id let it go
so easily did you?
...
I have a habit
of scaping the mess
under my nails
...
love is such a
gruesomely pretty colour
...
Cheer up!
...
I feel so much better!
...
now that I've taken
a good chunk
of yours.
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