Just a couple short ones

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I relived a death for days

Although it had never taken place

And once my brain had put her body in the grave

He dug her up again

By planting some yellow roses in my head

Saying that the box contained a friend

But in dreams the flowers would turn black and white

So I saw the truth at night

He really did believe that you were gone

So I killed the last of you without even my head screwed on

Brought back just to be finished off:

I can't trust my dreams anymore 


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Clean, thin paper,

Straight from the package

It dances in the wind

And is drenched in water

Because it was dropped

Right after you got it

So the perfect blue lines

Blended together to create a stained monstrosity.

They remind you of that night

And all the soaked sheets

Because you spilt your glass

Over the drawn faces

So their skin melted off their heads,

And tears escaped from their eyes

To mimic yours

And the times you cried

Because your tears were theirs,

Their down-turned lips were yours

And you didn't realize you drew yourself

All these times

That it was just your faces

On all their bodies

You had so many masks

Which one are you wearing?


—-


I'm cutting off ties like hairs from my head

Trying to find which combination of things won't make me sick

And the faces and people

They're all so dangerous

Shoot me down slowly,

Slowly tonight

So I can capture every frame and make it a memory

later I'll swear it was all my fault

But pictures don't lie

Just don't show what's inside

Your dark eyes as you pull the trigger


—-


 His chocolate brown hair makes me nauseous

The same way the smell of sweet things makes me ill

He covers it all up,

With a cartoon smile,

Exaggerated and overrated to make you feel comfortable for a little while


—-


I see your chest fall...

Like a child

In a pool...

But it never comes up for air

Or breaks the fine line of the surface


Tell me all the ways that you'll hurt me

So I can be prepared 

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