love language

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A love that rekindles death,
Partakes in a dance with the dark.

You wished to be suffocated in death than to be in love with him.

The defeat in your eyes hung dead as they fought for a drop of sleep.
Your lips dried with blood as they cried for help.
Your bridle hands reaching for hope, a chance.
Even though the prayers and begging; fell on deaf ears.
You watched with tunnel vision, the lace of gold getting further and further away.
Leaving you in the dark.

You served their purpose;
A promise of a better future was certain.
Until the acid rain came rushing down, and the once golden ticket; turned green.

You were nothing but a puppet.
A puppet to control and manipulate.
You knew from the start, you were on rotation. But you didn't want to believe it.

With all of the shared laughter and warmth, you thought you were the one.
The heart-to-heart conversations,
The gifts that were made by hand,
The tears we shared,
It was a facade.

A facade that had my name written on it.
I knew you were going to leave me,
But, not like this.
Not ever like this.

Your love was suffocating; not passionate.
Your words were aggravating; not reassuring.
Your hugs were callous; not tender.

For the question that strikes me, "What do you miss? Me or the pleasure I brought forth?"

A foul I was for years,
But never would I leave with a chain around my neck.
And, even through all the tears, I still care.
I fear for the day that karma strikes you.
The angel that falls from the sky, may realize that you were a lot closer to the ground than you were to the sky.

A love that rekindles in the depths of hell?
Be my guest.
For I will partake in a dance with the devil.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 30, 2023 ⏰

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