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by beezle
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1428046
no words to describe
Something inside is telling me
that something isn't right.
Why do I see your face again,
did you come here just to fight?
I'm sick and tired of this fucking game,
I've already lost inside.
My heart still bleeds with every memory,
I wish you'd let them die.
Just go.
I need to get off of this stage,
your curtain's left it black.
And even when my eyes adjust
I see his lips caressing your back.
Your lingering voice still torments me,
I hear you screaming out his name.
These seeds we've sown I cannot reap
and they're blooming into hate.
Just go.
Something inside is telling me
that my lifeline's getting low.
When every time I see your face
is like a blade against my throat.
But what the fuck can I do, when everywhere
that I look you're all I see?
Your penetrating eyes are like daggers
piercing into me.
Just go
please just fucking go,
don't make me lose control.
I know you want to play
the suicide game,
I know,
just fucking go.
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