drown the stars

NICOTINE

blood streams were always a favorite of yours,

they were beautiful,

i remember you once telling me,

they were an open door to the heart.

you told me - you said,

they were a way - a sort of scheme to infect the heart to you - a drug.

you said,

you enjoyed sinking your poison into their blood streams -

you enjoyed watching the drug slowly and painfully taint their heart, ( but you lied)

i remember your warning that one night,

you said i was different,

that you didn't want to see me cry,

but in the end, i will only be another tainted soul touched by your poisonous fingers.

that night,

you showed me your heart; a million pieces thrown out across the ground,

you told me the reason for all the torn hearts you left behind,

and i - foolishly believed i could actually sew your heart back together,

and i thought i was different - i actually believed i could be the one to make you change,

but now i realize -

i was never even meant to be broken by you,

and now i'm nothing more than a million broken, and blackened pieces strewn at your feet;

as you scream to the moonless sky,

torturing yourself, asking yourself the same question.... ( over and over)

why?

as the wind whispered back...

cursed..., 'broken the only heart to love.

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