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Did you mean what you said. I want to live in your breath, I want to live in your words, in your throat, in you.
These are my twisted words.
Did you mean what you said. I want to live in your breath, I want to live in your words, in your throat, in you.
I don't know how I can sit here and expect to be treated like a person when I can't even treat myself like a person..
You could say it's been a long while since we've been kids and since we've been blinded. You could even say it's been a hell of a time, the seasons changing and our bodies still raging.
For a while there I was feeling in control, powerful, on a pedestal, creating my ploy on a whim.
Well I've always known that I'm not always in the right mind, that sometimes I just might be crazy. But crazy is a loaded word. Crazy is you, crazy is me, but the crazy I'm talking about is crazed.
The fuck off is finally official..
Arriving and leaving on my own whim's accord, to fix temporarily this unholy loophole with an unreliable substitute.
I am, as of today, free. Free of your eyes, free of your lingering presence that I once so adored but now abhor at the mere sight of. What I do every day is no longer for you; it is for me.
Every time I sit down ready with pen in hand and paper in front of me, everything that has been so pent up; all that has been so strategically built and stored inside my core seems to hide and settle...