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 Oct 2013 elf
Mancenillier
the sinking feeling of
melancholy
leaves frostbite in my heart

(you were never mine,
you never will be)
 Oct 2013 elf
Mancenillier
a painful thing is hearing you say that you have never been in love,
a screaming cut is you telling me how hard you were falling two months earlier.

am i an idiot for knowing that i would take you back if you asked me once?
twice?
any number of times?

you are not my downfall.
you are not my hero.

i would do anything for you to love me again.
(and i'm not sure if i'm more in love with the memories)
 Oct 2013 elf
Mancenillier
domestic
 Oct 2013 elf
Mancenillier
pathetic is the way that i yearn for your attention,
clawing at anything tangible;
your water slips through my fingers in a
parade of mocking figurines
twirling and fleeting as my grasp tightens
and i end up with less than i started with.

do not think that i am the only one who notices
your frigid civility
and a bitter taste rises through my throat
as i remember the way you gripped it,
squeezing,
screaming

"i'm so sorry"
i forgive you.
no! no! no!

away with my tender thoughts and deceived imagination;
come closer, dear, and i'll show you how much you mean to me:
i hate everything about you,
and i want you to love me back, please.

twist my melancholic soul,
for you have become so cold.

(and i will heal you,
although i cannot remedy myself)

— The End —