You open me up like I have always been yours to touch. A flick of the finger, milking at the palm, you see
all of me before you even know me. A withered flame too weak to set fire to your hands, what is there to
fear about me? Me and the way my heart fades away. Farther and farther until I can no longer feel the
warmth in my chest.
A hollow, rigid way of living, so I do not have to heave after you. Sob and spit, and cry for you, but you
never wanted me, anyway. A soul who cannot see me outside of the figure I cross. You want the crease of
my lips, the valley along my chest, but you forget the heart that is beating underneath.
I do good, but all this world feeds me is red. This heart bleeds for others, but no one is seeping for me. I
can scream for hours on every ounce of hate I hold for you, but it’s never enough to keep it from fading.
You dig your way in, knee deep, until I breathe you back in. A kiss of the lips, a pull at the wrist. Love me
until the world turns back on, forget me the second the night fades.
These sides ache, crevices unknown, all ruined by you. A girl who grinned and laughed, and breathed for
you, killed by you. Who was she, and why can I not find her? Scream for her, but she won’t answer. She’s
somewhere buried inside you, where she falls silent forever. You took her from me, a girl who knew no
better. Now, I’m left with a shell of use. A monster who kills herself daily, just to be enough for you to
grab onto, use as you please, toss away when you’re done. A routine I take in like air, one I cannot let go
of.
How have you become my lover, when all you have ever been is a liar?
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