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Live and let die
Through good times, through trouble
I let that loved butterfly fly
You burst into my bubble.

It boiled over, all too soon
I mix in some love, you add a pinch of salt
From different planets we compare the moon
I didn't know that one day you'd bolt

Was I really important, did I really mean that much
I'm kind of feeling useless, being thrown away like trash
I think you might be insecure, and that I was your crutch
Attempting to control my addiction, do you think I'm going to crash?

Talking about addictions, you were my hardest drug.
Marijuana is nothing, she makes me laugh and write.
Magic mushrooms, I tear though then and I lay down a content, smug.
*******, now she has a little bite.

Don't tempt me with narcotics, because I love them all.
Acid is a night out, a sweet little trip.
Heroine makes me sick, pass out on the floor.
But when I inhale you, inject you, kiss you, feel you,
That is the drug that really makes me trip,
That is the drug that makes me lose my grip.
Do you look through me?
Am I invisible?
Screaming for attention
Just letting me be
Notice me, I am right here
Drowning in my sorrows
Drowning in my despair
We are so disconnected
We are meant to be one
You are unaffected
A chain is only so strong
And without me you'd  be gone
My feeling without you is equal to none
I add a little metal
Subtract a little sun
I multiply my sadness
And boom sounds the gun.
Splatters on the page.

I demand you leave
Hackles rise up
Jaw clenched
I cannot breathe

Faces over my shoulder in the reflection
Life
Death
Nothing is  true perfection.
Fingers dance along keys with zest,
They lilt, they sing, and then they rest.
The music in a certain key,
I make it say, "do you truly love me?"
Playing for you is my only test,
With you in my life, I am truly blessed.
Don't doubt, don't leave,
Don't pray, just believe.
Don't cheat, don't lie,
Don't hurt, don't heal,
Don't blame, just feel.
Water spills over me,
As softly and silently as a ****** kills.
Ne'er does he brag about his polished gun,
One forgets, he too has a pride and joy,
She is carrying his son.

He is called out, anything works,
She knows his funny mannerisms, his funny quirks,
Most are appalled by this death, destruction,

It's caused only by one quick call.
We remember the death counts,
More and more,
But don't forget,
She loves him after all.
Passion is blue,
Passion sounds like medicine rattling in a pill bottle,
Passion feels like my soul burning burning up with the most violent flame.
Passion looks like strobe lights seen through closed eyes,
It tastes like body fluids mixed with your love.
It smells like your t-shirt.
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