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for youi want to stay here no matter what i don't want to let these feelings escapefor you
not the creamy midnight blue
flowing through my fingers
and the honey coloured words
dotted in the sky
and the pale rose petals
brushed and melted across cheeks
and the sharp white laughs
tearing down the walls piece by piece
and the dark crimson heat
smoldering in my chest
from my thoughts
because we're too young
and i can only think
never live it
and the chirping sunny yellow
that reminds me of you in the way it


just because .for Corina90.i want to pin up my words onjust because .for Corina90.
a blackblueblackblue sky and let them hang
down and mimic the stars translucent and straining at
adjectives fashioned out into
gossamer threads
you seem to so effortlessly reach your hand up to the midnight and pull up synonyms heavier than mine
creating an ethereal world that coaxes the
emotions i didn't know i had right up out of my shell my skin my heart
i want to find
the words
the way you make a less than a thousand of them worth so much more than just a pretty-eyed &nb


and i never thought.i still remember.and i never thought.
my eyes close, a small comfort but comfort nonetheless, and suddenly--
there's acid on my skin each time and place her hands come down to 'wipe the smile off my face'
the other one is telling me to swallow, pressing too hard into the bruises on my neck from the last time and the time before that
i'm telling myself over and over how i deserve this, deserve this, deserve this
and how if i were pretty and talented and perfect like them we'd fade into that honey-sweet-love photograph onto the wall
i'm withering into darkness when that person cuts of my


.perception is.a nameless voice, the crescendo of rain and a heartless choice masked with a childish metaphor..perception is.
if perception is reality, i want to go blind.
so, here i am:
i jumped and i'm flying and spinning and waiting to hit the green-brown-black flesh of the earth below me above me below me above me and shatter into a million blue-eyed blonde-haired pieces.
oxygen is stabbing me in the back and shoving itself down my throat, and despite all that i can't breathe.
i'm shunning the fogged-up window-eyes emotion i bring forth and strangling my heart because i hate how much i hate myself. &n
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