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okay, here's one of my own. i know it's pretty lame, but tell me what you think anyway. ha, i can take it.
cold nights and icy stars
shopping carts in deserted parking lots
headaches and sleepy eyes
breathing out freezing smoke
making promises on cement
forget the words in backs of journals
and we'll paint over this scene
with matches and kerosene
breathe in dust and fearful eyes
suffocate in my arms
i dare you to lie to me
so i can see your face when you meet my cold wet eyes.
with hate on your tongue
and love in your eyes,
you whisper your words
laced with apologies and lies.
overeact, cut with your voice
leave your bloody initals,
the two i would carve in a heart,
on the inside of my hands.
empty rooms and empty chests
bitter with memories
proving ourselves, manifesting our love
it's different now, and you know it,
and i dont care if it breaks your heart.
at least i'm not a liar.
so take these fucking images
replay them if you want
i hope they burn your eyes.
while friends hold my place,
i drop everything,
turn aroudn on tired heels,
meeting you, hungry and misplaced.
and these arms...
white and pink scars.
touch me.
notice me.
accept my apologizing for something you caused.
i'm trying
i just wanted to be perfect
so take a step back,
and i'll pick up this knife,
and i'll show you how much i fucking mean it when i say i love you.
but at least i'm not a liar.
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