Hold that gun steady. You should’ve been here months ago, checking your cheap, tired, trite lines at the door. I’d never stab you in the back baby, I’d aim straight for the heart. If you’d told me the truth it would break you down. Go ahead && walk out with your dumpster doll. You’re such a beautiful coffin disaster that it hurts to breathe you in. Break the CD with our song, just throw it out the window. I know how much you’d love to drop the evidence of me along the highway. So grab your heart && walk out that door. I’ve never needed someone to save me, so just stop trying. I’m my own biggest disappointment.
Author notes
Walk out the door, but leave my heart on the bed we shared...
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- I Hate Everything That Makes Me Love You...(options) by voodoo ink.
850 points, ended May 11, 2008, 10 entries
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Nice take on the quote, poet...lots of emotional anger and pain and heartache for brokenness pour from this...
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very nicely done Manorexic and although i would love to win this contest i would have to say that if i didn't win i want you to.....
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