My favorite colour is red
So was hers
She said she hated red at first I said I did too
But not untill it became the colour I see every night
She said she liked red on me as of it was my colour or something
I smiled and throught maybe she will love me more at night covered in red
She looked at me as if I really was something more then just a colour or a taste
She said she loved my scars only if she knew she was the one who caused them
Will she still love me?
I cut myself day and night cause of you
If only you noticed really
You took everything from me but I never complained I smiled and gave it to you anyway even if it hurts
We laughed, scream and danced together but
Was I the only one left crying?
I missed you on days I wasn't myself anymore but you missed me only if when you are bored
I thought this was love and you were misunderstood but no it was never you it was me all along
You hated me in front of your friends but suddenly loved me when we were alone
You saw my scars but never asked me why but instead you gave me more
I took them without hesitation and thought this was love
But I guess it wasn't
She was misunderstood but I was injured and later killed by you.
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Dead Souls She Ones Loved
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