why do all your lies feel like warm chocolate upon my tongue,
delicious and tingling.
almost too good to be true.
why do i believe them, blindly like a fool, with my eyes shut and a content sigh,
why is it that you have this hot, iron grip on me,
yet i have none on you.
why do i feel as though the earth is nothing compared to you,
when all you are is a box of sick, twisted truths.
why does my heart palpitate at the thought of you, the color of blue swirling in my stomach,
but you seem fine without me, and i may seem like it as well.
but the roses are withering away,
the grass is mourning,
for this is the death of my youth,
and the blossoming of your mischief.
i believe there are better things than letting you plague my mind,
like a man gone insane, i search desperately for a cure.
is there even one?
for now disbelief and disgust will drown me in my despair.
like sweet company, they sit by me and watch my sorrow grow,
and it's nothing, i think.
you are nothing, yet everything.
you are the dirt beneath my fingernails,
the blood in my cold veins,
you are the wind that pushes my hair out of the way,
the dust that settles upon abandoned houses,
you are the stars,
dead, yet shining.
you're only the love of my life.
- nothing, yet everything
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growing wings | Completed
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