Baby girl I'm sorry,
I once was able to fathom a diagnosis that was not solely
Me and you.
But,
You were my aphrodisiac.I can't fucking function,
This new normal isn't what I want.
I want to be your pawn.You move me, you break me, you make those rules.
Because I know that's what I'm good at,
Being a tool.For love is for the blind and hope for the wicked,
I saw you and I thought I knew what the word 'truth' meant.My heart I kept kindled and brittle and torn.
And I placed it on a hanger,
For it was once worn.And handled by hands forged with scars.
Hands that saw pain but when ran across flesh left a mess of breathtaking stars.
Dear, I sit here and ask what the hell have I done?
We were young, we were ignorant
And I held the gun.It takes two and some time and maybe now I see,
That the beauty that I searched for in this dismal hell was able to be found in your two deep
Yet icy blue pools.I'll remember them well,
For I swam them often.
Their depths brandished,
in my heart.A figure,
what a trace,
Of lost, priceless art.
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