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wafa Dec 2013
I like the way you pierce through my skin using the blade I named "love"
The kind of love that kills so deep and travels across my system
And this blade is not made of metal nor showered in rust
It is created from your laughter and your thoughts
The feel of your skin and the way you resemble my favorite fiction character
And how you innocently drag love across my heart and my mind
Watching as I bleed out
All the things I should have said while I still had control over my words
Now it's 4am, on the dot
I'm drowning in heartache caused by missing you
Feeling like the knots in my stomach are here to stay
They're no longer guests, but residents in my core
I've come to the realization
I liked it better when you were piercing my skin
wafa Dec 2013
Your eyes are not the oceans
They never will be to him
And his face doesn't light up when you walk into the room
Because you are not the one he wants
The shape of your fingers will never remind him of a perfect puzzle
As they were never petite enough to let him hold
You will never be his metaphoric love
Or the spark that lights his fire
You are not his everything
And he is not yours
He is not your world or your galaxy or the stars in your dark soul
So stop letting him be

— The End —