all the people i know have stained my brain with their misery and their woe, don't they know? i have them too but i would never shovel them on you it doesn't seem the right thing to do when i could give you all love and give woe the shove i work it out myself though there's still pain on the shelf it's below me, not above i have pain because all i give is love
Through your social distortion of extortion at the most absurd proportions, I realize I need a doctor not a proctor for when I test the helicopter you said you’d never offer to a lowly pauper. You could say it’s my bad I even tried that so now I cry-laugh in the lilacs while my mom throws bombs through satcoms to lighten the weather. I should’ve known better and left the head sever nether that continuously had me tethered to the emotionally unfettered. I really need to find an honest man before I enforce a plan of a 1000th trimester abortion. bortion bortion bortion bortion bortion bortion bortion bortion bortion bortion bortion After all the fat lips you gave me I realized I’m a matchstick baby and don’t need your rabies to save me. I don’t think I want to live in your lair with your despair share stares turning to a bitter taste once I start to face the human waste falling on my head when I fall in your bed instead of my king sized comforter singing trumpeter of a simple time— childhood confined, morality defined by design until I become the demons as you free them for freedom until they’re just another lover to call my brother. The hits to my lips caused a casualty of me casually even though I was never alive actually. Of all the fists fighting me, it’s you I’d like to remove from society.
It was a miracle you chose me and a blessing I took for granted too often. Maybe I knew I didn't deserve such an angel so I pushed you away in hopes you'd fly to better things.
If you find happiness someplace far from me I beg you to stay there. Because with my own shattered pieces I hurt those I love and the more that I care the deeper I cut.
Then I awake alone and their blood is on my hands. Trying to remember how I got covered in so much shame colored brownish-red but I fail to understand.
When I see you lying lifeless there fighting for one more breath I catch my own and shed a tear for the body dying. You turn your stare away from death to face me instead as your eyes are immediately flooded with fear.
It's not til that moment I realize what I have done to the only person who meant more to me than anything or anyone. I swear I just wanted to keep you safe and I thought you were safer away from me but somehow you got too close again without me realizing.
Practically under my skin but before I could see I ripped you to shreds unaware of who I was destroying in my haste. But what scraps were left there I immediately recognized though your features were all out of place.
Now there is not enough of you to put your parts back together and we both know you cant live half a human forever. I hate myself for digging a grave too busy to notice you return to me in my desperate state.
Gripping a ***** shovel I lost my balance tipping us both over and we turn and twist midair. I warned you but too late you learn and now not just myself but both of us are far too gone to save.
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