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stopdoopy Jun 2019
Pretty
Little girls
Run home
Into my arms

Crying
About
The man
They met tonight

He
Was always
A monster
Just hidden inside

They
Had bled
Blue and Red
Having Known him

If
I could
I would
**** for them

I
Would take
It all
For those girls

My
Sweet, funny
Precious friends
Deserved much more

But
All I
Can do
Is be here

Listen
To how
They weep
And feel disgust

Their
Bodies no
Longer theirs
But now spectacles

"If
It really
Happened" someone
Mocks them cruelly

"It's
No big
Deal" another
Sneers so violently

It
Happened
Whether they think
So or not

And
I am
Here for you
My dear sisters
wraiths Aug 2015
i dont know how to love gently; i love far too violently and i always end up hurting myself in the end.

i let it rip me apart and devour my every thought, every waking moment; even when i am not awake it still devours my brain and i can't turn it off. in the beginning i probably could have, but i've let it spiral out of control and now there's no going back.

i don't mind. if i could've chosen one thing to consume my life, i would've picked you anyway.

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