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dravenstorm Jan 2016
i loved you everyday
of my existence,
and you loved me less
each day up until i died
of not enough love.

i rose again in the next
life and loved a fragment
of you.
dravenstorm Jan 2016
her heart is sweaty,
skin smells of anxiety
from all the lies she told
the boy that killed himself
with words hanging in his
brain.
dravenstorm Dec 2015
The Purity Scent Of Dead Poems
That Committed Suicide.

Rest In Ink.
dravenstorm Dec 2015
My Mind Is Full Of Dead Words
Decomposing Onto Books,
Creating A Vivid Picture Of
You That I Never Knew Existed.
dravenstorm Dec 2015
If My Heart Was
A House,
I'd Watch You Burn
It Down To The Ground.
dravenstorm Dec 2015
Maybe I'm Just
A Little Afraid
That Whenever
Someone Gets
A Little Closer
To Me,
They Always Have
To Leave Me
And Find Someone
Better,
Always.
dravenstorm Nov 2015
My Thoughts Are As
Dead As My Body
Decomposing In The
Coffin.

* Rest In Pieces.
NV Inspired.
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