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It Hurts You Know?You tell the truth Or just more of your lies. So I take your promise Just to see what is inside.It Hurts You Know?
Is this the truth or am I seeing just
A mirror in front of my eyes? Do you really care, Or are you just trying to keep me alive?
Your words are like papercuts all over my body. The faster they come they deeper they become. "I love, I hate",
You love to keep this escape.
I know you thoughts, I know your life. You know me weakness, You still break me everyday of my life.
I told you everything for once, I really showed y
by ~xbeautyxkillsx
by ~xbeautyxkillsx
Untitled EndingShe stands up, and wipes her hair out of her face. "I'm sorry, I can't..you need to go..just leave me alone" she let the tears stream down her face. She truns around and starts to walk away, but he grabs her shoulder. "I can't let you go..I love you even if you don't love me. I can't help that" he leans into kiss her. She stops him when she sees the leaves move, and she knows what it is. "We have to go. No, you have to go. Now!" she turns to run and he just stands there. "Why do you hate me so much?" he demands. She turns to answer him and she sees it behind him and just then it hits her. She now knows where she has seen it. It's her worst niUntitled Ending
by ~xbeautyxkillsx
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i always leave things outFive nights ago I saidi always leave things out
'do not tell me when you pack up your life-suit into an overnight bag and aim your knees at runways',
those words came farther
than from the bottom of a wine glass,
sometimes I ache in places I cannot name,
so I'd rather not try and say what my swelling organs should.
I promised myself I would not hold suction cups to your front door or paint stop signs on your wallpaper, or send out SOS messages in Morse code when I should really be saying goodbye
with smiles and a good luck wink. But I was told not to make pro
by ~inmyroom
soles and souls are thisSlap crunch - it was just me, nose diving into pavement cracks before the three women in aprons and designer shoessoles and souls are this
+ a push chair
laughed me off the back street.
They hold their futures in the backs of their heavy thighs.
Breath harder -
Four years ago I was sixteen, three blond haired girls called me 'slag' in the bus station at seven oh ten PM.
They liked cigarettes and skipping school, I didn't
like running
But I had to. Scream louder -
I wanted to tell some of these people to watch the sun-clipse and understand love is a cheesy k
by ~inmyroom
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