Hold the phone, there's a connection error.
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I will never swallow the same after you cut my ears out and rammed them down my throat; I think you were trying to tell me 'hear this' but I didn't know, I just kept choking.
Do you remember the time I swallowed arsenic and you frantically poured the rest of the bottle down my throat, praying on lucky stars this time it would finally ignite my gut and make me explode and babe, that's the only way you'll ever make me orgasmic, because all you are to me these days is a topaz coloured pathetic and I think it's quite ironic that the girl you chose to replace me with is just as much of as a believer in souless as I was - I suppose God colour-coded souls, now I know what an aura is.
Can I have yours?
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'What's the point in believing in people' I whisper to a friend of a friend, as I chuck my bag onto the floor and down a pint of cider. 'they only leave you disappointed.'
I prefer cider from beer, it foams less at the top and it doesn't leave you filled with excess--cider is my mind and beer my heart, just full of a lot of congealed air that didn't know where to place itself. I sometimes wonder if you ever smiled at me and meant it and if you ever kissed me when I was asleep and didn't mock my blatant romance in my eyes. Was there ever good in your vader eyes, or were you always the devil doll that possessed a young girl and didn't let her go until she plummeted to her death.
Sometimes I wonder why God gave me this organ that makes my faith waver more than the long lost Atlantis. I wish I could see some sanity in your arms--everytime I picture your smile, now it's rotten and cold, as your flesh slowly ripped from your body and left a hollow shell. I think this is how you were born.
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When there is darkness surrounding and the world allows hypnos hyms to lull them, I think about your words and if you ever sipped out of the fountain of truth, or if you never whispered my name in the breeze, like I once did for you. I will never find out if my hands fitted perfectly in yours, as you are a spirit and I can't touch you--i don't think I ever did and I hope I never will.
There is a demon that wants to tear out your eyes and shove them up your dereare - then I hope you'll see the amount of shit you made me go through so far and I know you'll not be through with tightening my chains until I no longer have the energy to breathe.
I beg myself to want to grab the knife and plunge into your chest and listen to the gurgles of the last time you inhale, but I don't have the strength. No heart of mine could lisp cruelty in such amounts and even to the living dead, I refuse to place a gun to your head. I wont allow myself to become your ventriloquist act - I've been there before and I know the audience didn't applaud.
I know that it's right to not wish your ashes scattered in Saharas and know that wishes of cruelty end in truths of harshness and I will not lower my perils to your lips and taste your lust one more time. I am better than that.
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I wont reap the seeds that have harvested so many fertile fields, but I will promise that if you stand at my door with open arms, I will open the door just to scorn you.
Author notes
Deeply personal
wish could hate him sometimes.
x x R a i n b o w D a w n x x
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Don't sugar-coat it. Suck all the poison out of the "snake's" bite.
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-'What's the point in believing in people' I whisper to a friend of a friend, as I chuck my bag onto the floor and down a pint of cider. 'they only leave you disappointed.'
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Ohhh wow can I ever relate to that. That's incredibly phrased in such a way so many can relate. I love how you wrote that. It was like a punch to the gut. The raw emotion poured through every line, and you expressed them sooo incredibly well. Thank you for entering♥
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This is an amazing write it just had me hating this guy I don't know and I don't hate. And just... Wow! this poem/story was enchanting. The part that stuck out most was...
There is a demon that wants to tear out your eyes and shove them up your dereare - then I hope you'll see the amount of shit you made me go through so far and I know you'll not be through with tightening my chains until I no longer have the energy to breathe.
Once again, great write, but I am so sorry that you had to go through that. Men are A$$'s
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Wow.
You wrote this amazingly. I know what its like to date an asshole. For seven moths I was with a guy who beat me on a regular basis....
guys like that should all be locked in a room without food or water or anything, and left to suffer.
very good.
I can really feel te emotion.
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