Fallen to the dance
where entwined we once were
to be was, was never was
and I still yearned for his
essence.
Peeking pokes upon the sky
as it picked another scab
heal me now! heal me soon!
before I bleed on his
parade.
Yes, march lover, march!
leave this life to lead in vain
lost in liquid promises
seeping from your veins.
You can rip me from the inside
while purity's stains
bleach my skin
one two three, one two three
as this dance breaks from dawn
to the broken ballerina I am.
As soon as we know
let it be known
I was the one to cuddle alone
in this grave of misconceptions
with memories of rotting grace.
Falter the line of lovers to hate
seek the Cinderella story of truth
she never made it to the ball.
Be it but a dream,
where bubbles are pricked
and suffocate the heart
with a plastic bag to save the
shattered.
Please strike lightening once more
alight the fire of your putrid self
burn my soul! let me scream!
hear the pleas I plead to you
stay?
And you leave
for these tears are nothing to you
these scars are just floating embers
that leave wimpy charred marks
that you'll wash away soon
Just remember to
let me wash away
too.
Honorable mention
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