A coffin, my love,
Built of porcelain bones,
Under your weight, they endlessly groan.
One breath, my love,
you oscillate in my lungs,
you intoxicate where you've stung.
Your venom, my love,
Sinks with every inflection
Of your unvoiced rejection.
A garden, my love,
Full of flowers turning black,
hiding smiles full of cracks.
.
Cut my skin, it's you I'd bleed.
You're the resting place I've come to need,
I'm the shell of a girl left to be freed.
But you didn't see,
you couldn't see,
I peered into your coffin,
and I couldn't find,
I didn't believe,
That in that place,
there wasn't a single trace,
Of me.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
A coffin, my love,
Built of porcelain bones,
Under your weight, they endlessly groan.
One breath, my love,
you oscillate in my lungs,
you intoxicate where you've stung.
Your venom, my love,
Sinks with every inflection
Of your unvoiced rejection.
A garden, my love,
Full of flowers turning black,
hiding smiles full of cracks.
.
Cut my skin, it's you I'd bleed.
You're the resting place I've come to need,
I'm the shell of a girl left to be freed.
But you didn't see,
you couldn't see,
I peered into your coffin,
and I couldn't find,
I didn't believe,
That in that place,
there wasn't a single trace,
Of me.
sweet lack of redamancy
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