You never wake to the words I say
to you, the good mornings, the I love you's
all you focus on is the brisant bitterness
glowing in the caustic nature of this pairing
and I am not confused by the way my every
breath sets alarms blasting in your ears
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I am not so pure, nor did I claim to be a nice guy
because if I was I would have nothing to prove
these conversations, these dirty texts, these acts
all that I plan to give back to you after I take them
I want to steal all your dreams, I want to speak
the endearing words to another girl you would use
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I see your make-up, girl, I see it running down
your reddened cheeks, and I am walking to your rescue
all the pretty people are grouping up without you
and I am thinking about all the mistakes we can make
I see the sight of your lips at night more than you
see anything interesting during the day
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I am planting ruinous seeds in the heart I never took
for there was nothing in your heart for you to give-
You and I both know that, never acting the way
you swindle out of me behind closed doors
I am not concerned what they see through the locks
my silver key was never to look at all, I am afraid
what you will leave if you stay here, focusing on
all my negativity
YOU ARE READING
bang bang!
Poetryyou know what would be more cool than a blank white cover with text on it? a blank white cover with a toy pistol on it, of course!
