I lit a cigarette
and let it burn down to ash.
I put it out on the white of my arm,
adding another scar.
I didn't bleed.
Instead, smoke rose from the wound
and I swear it spelled your name.
I cut my eyes
and words streamed down my cheeks instead of tears.
I recognized them to be the words I could never say to you.
Falling to my knees, I bit my tongue and slit my throat.
I clutched the gaping second smile across my neck
and screams gushed past my fingers.
I knew them to be the sounds my heart made
when you turned and walked away.
You were always so good at ignorance.
Please tell me what you think
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I hope you didn't actually burn yourself.
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Of course I did. I even cut my eyes and slit my own throat.
Nnnnot!
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This is violent and awesome. I don't know what you've done with yourself, but lately your work.. even though it's still you, it's completely different.
Ah, change. And I imagine the events of the past months have helped. Either way.. pain/anger/love or whatever, always the greatest muse.
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To speak truth, I'm not certain what I've done with myself, either.
Fun stuff.
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This is great. Except i hate to see you sad.
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I'll be okay. Thank you, sweetheart.
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