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I wish I could tell you the truth, but I'm afraid of what the truth might do to us.
I'm afraid to lose you, you're my last and only hope I have left in this world. 
Why?
Why do you treat me as if I'm not good enough for you?
Is it because I care?
Is it because I wish be there for you?
Or is it because you know that after what you did to me you don't deserve me?
What is it?
That is all I would like to know.
Heart torn apart. Blood dripping down my hand
 
But before it all happened you looked me in the eyes you saw innocence and kindness but like everyone else you were wrong. 

Although I may have loved you I just couldn't help myself.
That love I had for you would soon turn to hate and you would soon come to fear me for my evil ways. 
I tried to remain calm when I read the message but instead I snapped, and in spite of rage I killed you. 
You were the one thing I truly loved, but after it happened I began to hate my self. 
After I left you In a pool of blood, they tried to take me away for what I did but instead I took the easy way out...
My time has passed.
The chance I hoped for is now lost,
I lost my chance the same way I lost you.
Maybe I never had a chance, just like I never had you.
I mean theres nothing I can do to change your mind,
But I hope someday you change and we can finally be together.
I still think about you from time to time.
I think about those big brown eyes of yours
You said they were just eyes and I told you I saw so much more than just eyes.
Oh how I miss your sweet smile
and that adorable laugh of yours.
If only I could go back to the first day I met you
Before I knew that the time would pass me by so fast.
I saw her again today.
I had forgotten how beautiful she was.
Her long black hair
Her tired brown eyes
It hurt me when I looked at her and she looked away
I know its my fault, but why must she ignore me in such a cruel manner.
I still remeber when she said she didn't want to hurt me
But to this day all she has done is hurt me.
I know its foolish of me but
I still love her
Even after all the she put me through
I still love her
I just hope one day she'll love me
She better hurry before I give up on her.
My mind is hollow.
Why?, you ask,
Because of her.
She drove my mind to the point of insanity
All thats left is the thought of her.
The thought of her heavenly voice,
And all those exotic ideas she put in my mind
That is all my mind has time to process.
Why did it start?
To end in disaster.
Why did you end it like that?
To get away.
Why did you do it?
To be cruel.
Why do you insist on treating me this way?
Because I am love and
I am here to **** you.
The girl’s corneas expand over the small black abyss of pupil
Tides of blue and hazel rising over onyx isles
An unhinged eyelash balances precariously on its neighbor
It evaporates with her quick blink

Directly beneath her right eye
Below the mottled eggplant shadows
The corpse of a capillary drains among the freckles
Subterranean rivers of vein
Pulse under thin skin

Her nose is spherical
Etched by soft papery scars
Pores round and gazing
Culminating in a uniform valley

Lips are soft and pink and unkissed
A source for a  small steady trickle of pride
Her mother’s lips
But behind the outer façade
The seamed surface is rough with nervous nibbles
Ribboned with scars of worries and troubles

She lacks fourteen teeth
Absent since the womb
Those she has are either sickly infants or filled with grainy mystery metallics
Some entirely fabricated with spatulas of amalgam
Yellowed and cracking
Rough and worn
Spongy inner marrow screaming with pain
She hides the stony incisors from view

The hair
Curling and waving
Kissing with reptilian tongues at her cheeks
Neck
Forehead
Framing her face in brambles and cowlicks
Indecisive of its true form
Fuzzy with moisture
Unwilling to obey
The strands of a gorgon
A monstrous tangle of personality
Instantly recognizable
Her hands attempt to soothe the undulating tendrils
But they anger
As stubborn as her
Refuse treatment
She gives up
Rinses her hands
And turns away from the mirror
Sighing
To you, it is a spectacle
You watch with congealed disgust and cloying pity
Perverse satisfaction oozes from your pores
But you dare not to push back the velvet curtain
And glance behind its inky whisper
For you know deep in the soft malleable crevasses of your mind
That the walls will stand firm with time,
That the flowers breathe,
That the lamps light.

You compare each life like photographic negatives
Whispering affirmations
My dishes are whole
My walls are smooth
My curtains match
Standing ***** on a pedestal of entitlement
A halo of ivy above your eyes
Gleaming incisors bared.

You meditate only on the dysfunction
You hear only raised voices
You see only the shards, never the whole
But behind that silky curtain are eddying currents of actuality
Fluidly changing
Even as you enjoy the show.
the sheets are green
with veins of colored clothing:
a pair of jeans,
a t-shirt,
a single sports sock
illuminated by a lamp craning its neck
the fitted sheet has opened its lip
and grinned a strip of stained mattress  

against the wall
your silhouette
rakes its hand through its hair
lungs expanding against cracking plaster
your arms refract on the spines of textbooks
and nicnacs your mother sent you from your room at home

usually I force myself coherent by now
but tonight I am content
watching you and your clinging twin
living lives identical but changed
probably going to delete this eventually but anyway here.
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