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past.
she had eyes like cracked walnuts and was destined for the split-in-two
she redefined 'figure' and made us second guess our white washed demands
blood coated her esophagus like sand does to bare limbs, lying in erosion
this girl started out so flawless and i just wanted her to take the million thanks i have for her,
though it's been oh so long since our last converse
with expert hands in contrive that shaped me into being
you fractured all appendages and made me into the rag doll marionette the audience forgets in seconds.
who knew i'd play the heroine? bathed in make-shift abuse i walked out the door to the rest of my life

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two.
the words i have for you don't quite match up to the expected doses:
i see the sickness on your cheeks and the paint peeling from your lungs
one hundred thousand syllables scattered across one hundred thousand paths your own,
and no one could match that; you best be in the know of how i'm sorry for the lack of hours passed
these crooked lines of sound spilling from my mouth never say quite enough
words can never measure up to the truths behind the 'thank yous' and the 'there will be one day's,
but a variety of years have sped on by, and awe lingers as i hope to never see your back
(it's not like you to crave this with longing slithering through the cracks of your ribcage,
i have hands already held, so just breathe)
i fulfill promises with expectations soaring, but i've always been the one who steps off the roof

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three.
varieties of 365 opposite weaving through your hair like the snakes of later gorgon
extracting pain from lesions cauterized, the time has caught up with me but not with you, i understand
pushing further results in the win but you tied the white flag around your polar throat,
waltzed into places i loved with high hopes;
now knowledge feels like a house with the guts bled out, walls and veins a front yard masterpiece
you said i wasn't allowed, so now i say you're not allowed, and now you may never be fully in again
(that goes to show just what i know, i seclude my thoughts by choice and you look so alien alien alien)

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one.
my mouth spins wild stories but you're by far the best fairytale to ever bless my haggard presence;
with your styrofoam lungs and lullaby heart beat you won over the bloody mass inside my chest
you are laced in purity with freedom as a (don't choke)-chain, this is what love is, unpredictably trustworthy
the planes of your palms are fire and your name courses through my veins,
reminding me to make waking up a routine for daily basis
from the pillows of grass we burn on to the cement icebergs we make houses from, you awaken my senses
you pick petals from lilac bushes to unfold the colours i keep tucked away, worn in shame
almost nine thousand six hundred hours spent,
disbelief has my pupils dilating beneath the warm glare of "this is real"
..bliss has never been as true, two hearts as mine mine mine and i'll treasure us for eternity
"if you break it, you buy it" has never really appealed to my essence or nature,
so just hold on to the deep embraces and sun burnt days
we stay as one and we shall forget the definition of hurting,
never again will we scrape knees on agonys trails of bitter vomit
( simple words with complex meanings, we have so much to live for
so let's hurry up and flirt with the bare branches of possibility, time is running out the window)