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Monday, November 3, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Thinking of you
You are my lover, my friend,
and everyday I think I'm falling more and more in-love with you.
I want you to hold me, hide me.
I love you so much my heart screams it.
I feel like I'm ablout to explode.
I can't sleep at night because thoughts of you fill my head.
You have captured my heart on every way.
To tell you honestly, I'm afraid.
Afraid that one day I'll screw up,
and that I'll lose you forever.
I'm scared of my temper,
and my self-control.
I want you to love me and hold me close.
Please hold me closer.
I love you so much.
Please just hold me closer.
and everyday I think I'm falling more and more in-love with you.
I want you to hold me, hide me.
I love you so much my heart screams it.
I feel like I'm ablout to explode.
I can't sleep at night because thoughts of you fill my head.
You have captured my heart on every way.
To tell you honestly, I'm afraid.
Afraid that one day I'll screw up,
and that I'll lose you forever.
I'm scared of my temper,
and my self-control.
I want you to love me and hold me close.
Please hold me closer.
I love you so much.
Please just hold me closer.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Feeling
Have you every had that feeling you were in a hole dying?
But too afraid to admit it?
But right now, I know I'm in a hole,
and I am dying.
But too afraid to admit it?
But right now, I know I'm in a hole,
and I am dying.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Puppy in my pocket
I rolled over and hit the ‘snooze’ button and lay on my back. ‘Another wonderful day of hell.’ I thought as the wet nose of my puppy-girl greeted me. Her chestnut brown eyes stared into mine, as if telling me to get up. I slipped my feet into my Wal*mart brand slippers and trudged down the stairs. The front door opens as I walk out in my fleece bathrobe to watch my dog go pee. She comes back inside as I put my toast in the toaster. I see my mom walk down the stairs, my little sister following. She runs up and gives me a hug.
“Mornin’ Susie.” She says. My mother looks at her, shocked.
“Honey, Susie’s dead.”
“Mornin’ Susie.” She says. My mother looks at her, shocked.
“Honey, Susie’s dead.”
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Animalistic Rights
Who are you to expect the title of my hero?
While all the boys and girls walk past me,
Heads high, and proud strides,
I hate them.
Every passing day, I hate them more and more.
Do they even consider the girl in the bathroom, giving offerings to the porcelain god because she’s not able to fit into that size 2 mini skirt?
Protests against animal experimentation and testing,
but with all the heroin and drugs you enter into my system, Animal experimentation isn’t what you should be protesting against.
While all the boys and girls walk past me,
Heads high, and proud strides,
I hate them.
Every passing day, I hate them more and more.
Do they even consider the girl in the bathroom, giving offerings to the porcelain god because she’s not able to fit into that size 2 mini skirt?
Protests against animal experimentation and testing,
but with all the heroin and drugs you enter into my system, Animal experimentation isn’t what you should be protesting against.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Come here child
“Where the hell have you been?!!!!” she screamed, throwing a vase at her young lover. “I’ve been waiting and waiting! Jesus Christ! How the hell do you expect me to write without you here?!” Her brown curls looked a fine frenzy around her full cheeks. He calmly looked up at his darling lover,
“I’ve always been here.” She stared at the door. No one was there. This must’ve been one of the practical jokes the neighborhood kids were playing on her.
“W-w-ho’s there?” she asked, grabbing her .45 from the desk.
“You and I both know that’s not real, Charlotte.” Poor Charlotte looked about the room, searching for the voice’s body. Charles looked at his love, then it hit him, she couldn’t see him. Charlotte grabbed a bottle of ink and threw it in his direction. It flew through his body and hit the door behind him. He was dead.
“I’ve always been here.” She stared at the door. No one was there. This must’ve been one of the practical jokes the neighborhood kids were playing on her.
“W-w-ho’s there?” she asked, grabbing her .45 from the desk.
“You and I both know that’s not real, Charlotte.” Poor Charlotte looked about the room, searching for the voice’s body. Charles looked at his love, then it hit him, she couldn’t see him. Charlotte grabbed a bottle of ink and threw it in his direction. It flew through his body and hit the door behind him. He was dead.
Take me to the Chorus
I sat down on my rusty-springed bed. The creaking underneath me brought shivers to my spine. I hated it here. I was told by God to do those things. It was what He wanted, I didn’t want to, but he told me to. The jail-guard walked past my cell.
‘G’nite Henry.” He said, smiling a little.
“’Nite Phil.” I lay down on my bed. Rolling over to face the picture of my 7 year old little girl holding her 6 month old brother made me want to cry. It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t. God told me to do it. He told me to kill those men. They were doing bad things in His temple of peace. Death Row was gripping me with its black nails of blood and tainted souls. ‘I’m sorry Kenny, I’m sorry Louis, I’m sorry Karen.’ I thought as the tears escaped my eyes. My wife and children were to be fatherless and husbandless. No matter how much we begged, I was still sentenced to death. The faces of the men I killed flashed through my mind. I didn’t want to kill them…I heard my cell door open. I sat up, only to be greeted by malicious smile. She came forward, knife in hand.
“Louis…don’t do this, daddy loves yo-“ Blood spurted out from my chest.
“Bye-bye daddy.”
‘G’nite Henry.” He said, smiling a little.
“’Nite Phil.” I lay down on my bed. Rolling over to face the picture of my 7 year old little girl holding her 6 month old brother made me want to cry. It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t. God told me to do it. He told me to kill those men. They were doing bad things in His temple of peace. Death Row was gripping me with its black nails of blood and tainted souls. ‘I’m sorry Kenny, I’m sorry Louis, I’m sorry Karen.’ I thought as the tears escaped my eyes. My wife and children were to be fatherless and husbandless. No matter how much we begged, I was still sentenced to death. The faces of the men I killed flashed through my mind. I didn’t want to kill them…I heard my cell door open. I sat up, only to be greeted by malicious smile. She came forward, knife in hand.
“Louis…don’t do this, daddy loves yo-“ Blood spurted out from my chest.
“Bye-bye daddy.”
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Hopless
You try to shackle me down.
I already am shackled.
Your voice commands my moves,
and I attempt to protect you.
You take the blows,
as I plan out the battle.
I will protect you with my life.
I will not let you down.
I am your Fighter,
this is what I was born to do.
You are the Sacrifice,
this is how we were made.
I will fight for you,
you will heal me back up.
I will keep you safe,
and you will not allow me to abandon my post.
Marines stay at their post.
So do I.
Because I have endured more than any other Marine,
and you more than any other commander.
For together,
we are Fighter and Sacrifice,
Protector and Protected,
we are,
Hopeless.
I already am shackled.
Your voice commands my moves,
and I attempt to protect you.
You take the blows,
as I plan out the battle.
I will protect you with my life.
I will not let you down.
I am your Fighter,
this is what I was born to do.
You are the Sacrifice,
this is how we were made.
I will fight for you,
you will heal me back up.
I will keep you safe,
and you will not allow me to abandon my post.
Marines stay at their post.
So do I.
Because I have endured more than any other Marine,
and you more than any other commander.
For together,
we are Fighter and Sacrifice,
Protector and Protected,
we are,
Hopeless.
Rejection
She walks with head down,
Failed and alone.
Rejection.
She’s walks to the dinner table,
Only to find her chair placed farthest from her family.
She sits without a word,
Arguing is no help now.
Her pale, clammy hands grip the fork,
And she eats.
Rejection finishes her plate and goes to her room of abandonment.
She turns on the stereo,
And listens to the bass and violins sing.
Laughter that once painted the walls,
Is now gone and replaced with stains.
Stains of brokenness,
and the blood her body wept as she brought the steel knife to her wrists.
Rejection turns over to sleep,
It is one that that has not avoided her.
She tosses and turns.
Memories of love and laughter pull at the hole in her chest.
She scrambles for her shell of numbness.
But it seems that has left her as well.
Leaving her naked to the darkness of memories that pinch and pull at the hole,
threatening to make it bigger.
She clutches the last resort she has.
Rejection runs behind the door or insanity and locks it.
Only if she knew,
That’s insanity would lock her up too.
Failed and alone.
Rejection.
She’s walks to the dinner table,
Only to find her chair placed farthest from her family.
She sits without a word,
Arguing is no help now.
Her pale, clammy hands grip the fork,
And she eats.
Rejection finishes her plate and goes to her room of abandonment.
She turns on the stereo,
And listens to the bass and violins sing.
Laughter that once painted the walls,
Is now gone and replaced with stains.
Stains of brokenness,
and the blood her body wept as she brought the steel knife to her wrists.
Rejection turns over to sleep,
It is one that that has not avoided her.
She tosses and turns.
Memories of love and laughter pull at the hole in her chest.
She scrambles for her shell of numbness.
But it seems that has left her as well.
Leaving her naked to the darkness of memories that pinch and pull at the hole,
threatening to make it bigger.
She clutches the last resort she has.
Rejection runs behind the door or insanity and locks it.
Only if she knew,
That’s insanity would lock her up too.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Wishes to reality
I'm losin' control,
The music is shakin' my bones,
My blood is boilin',
Keep your hands on my hips.
So turn up the music,
Let me feel the beat,
Come a little closer baby,
I want to feel you dancin' next to me.
I want you next to me,
Feel my beat.
Don't forget the warmth of this room.
So turn up the music,
Let me feel the beat,
Come a little closer baby,
I want to feel you dancin' next to me.
Taste your sweat,
running and mixing with mine.
Love me,
Don't let me go.
So turn up the music,
Let me feel the beat,
Come a little closer baby,
I want to feel you dancin' next to me.
I want you to bring me closer,
Feel my hips close to you,
Bring me lower,
Don't let me fall.
So turn up the music,
Let me feel the beat,
Come a little closer baby,
I want to feel you dancin' next to me.
Ravish my body with your beat,
Let me feel you,
Press me closer,
I want you closer.
So turn up the music,
Let me feel the beat,
Come a little closer baby,
I want to feel you dancin' next to me
I wake up from this fairytale, and groan.
Because I know this is one reality,
I will never own.
Death Day of my sanity
Am I so repulsive,
you need to turn your back?
Am I so discusting,
that you need have the urge to spit on me?
I thought this was a day of love, only,
you reject and deject me.
I can't stand it.
This day is one I most passionately hate.
It makes me want to cry.
Do you honestly believe that I can understand your pain,
when I am blinded by my own?
It's my day,
my personal Death Day.
To see girls with their loves,
and carrying roses, or carnations,
how do you think I feel?
I know you'd never really love me that way,
but it doesn't matter, now does it?
You made a promise you couldn't keep.
"One year, six months",
Well, it's been one year, six months,
and two days.
But it's not like I'm counting or anything.
I mean, please,
just because you've dated 3 of my friends (two of which I was close to),
you honestly think I'm angry?
I'm none of that,
only broken.
All thanks to you,
I'm a fuckin' whore near 'your kind'.
And none want this tainted, mangled body.
I am a pit of despair,
and I know I can't change that.
I only wish,
that I could be loved again.
More passionate and hopeFULL than ours.
But that day will never come.
Because I've lost my happy ending.
you need to turn your back?
Am I so discusting,
that you need have the urge to spit on me?
I thought this was a day of love, only,
you reject and deject me.
I can't stand it.
This day is one I most passionately hate.
It makes me want to cry.
Do you honestly believe that I can understand your pain,
when I am blinded by my own?
It's my day,
my personal Death Day.
To see girls with their loves,
and carrying roses, or carnations,
how do you think I feel?
I know you'd never really love me that way,
but it doesn't matter, now does it?
You made a promise you couldn't keep.
"One year, six months",
Well, it's been one year, six months,
and two days.
But it's not like I'm counting or anything.
I mean, please,
just because you've dated 3 of my friends (two of which I was close to),
you honestly think I'm angry?
I'm none of that,
only broken.
All thanks to you,
I'm a fuckin' whore near 'your kind'.
And none want this tainted, mangled body.
I am a pit of despair,
and I know I can't change that.
I only wish,
that I could be loved again.
More passionate and hopeFULL than ours.
But that day will never come.
Because I've lost my happy ending.
Hopeless.
You try to shackle me down.
I already am shackled.
Your voice commands my moves,
and I attempt to protect you.
You take the blows,
as I plan out the battle.
I will protect you with my life.
I will not let you down.
I am your Fighter, this is what I was born to do.
You are the Sacrifice,
this is how we were made.
I will fight for you,
you will heal me back up.
I will keep you safe,
and you will not allow me to abandon my post.
Marines stay at their post.
So do I.
Because I have endured more than any other Marine,
and you more than any other commander.
For together,
we are Fighter and Sacrifice,
Protector and Protected,
we are,
Hopeless.
I already am shackled.
Your voice commands my moves,
and I attempt to protect you.
You take the blows,
as I plan out the battle.
I will protect you with my life.
I will not let you down.
I am your Fighter, this is what I was born to do.
You are the Sacrifice,
this is how we were made.
I will fight for you,
you will heal me back up.
I will keep you safe,
and you will not allow me to abandon my post.
Marines stay at their post.
So do I.
Because I have endured more than any other Marine,
and you more than any other commander.
For together,
we are Fighter and Sacrifice,
Protector and Protected,
we are,
Hopeless.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Cold as Steel
Its cold, mom.
I hate the cold.
Remember when you’d bundle me up?
I don’t.
Because you never did.
Hell, you left me in a phone booth.
An oopsie baby.
Was I?
Just a condom-forgotten one night stand?
And did I ever get in the way of your ‘quick sessions’?
Sorry about that.
I didn’t really have any choice in the matter.
Well, I hope you’re happy.
I’ve been raped 6 times,
Beaten by my foster fathers (Did I mention I’ve been to 8 foster homes?)
and I was sent to juvenile hall for something I didn’t do.
But it’s still cold, mom.
I joined the Marines yesterday.
I leave for Iraq in 7 months, 2 weeks, and 8 days.
I’m also working on my first novel, I think you might like it.
It’s going to be published next year.
By the way,
Who’s my dad?
I want to meet him too.
Do you get my letters, mom?
Or should I just burn them?
It’s cold here mom.
I wish I could tell you ‘I love you’,
But I don’t even know you.
I’m graduating in a few months.
Don’t worry about me, I’ll make it.
I guess you could say I keep to myself in class,
And write bits of poetry and letter like I am now.
It’s cold mom.
Oh, did I mention I’m living with my brother?
Yeah, I found him a few months ago.
You left him too.
His name is Jason.
Ring any bells?
He works as a bus driver and is a manager as a restaurant.
I’m a waitress there too.
We’re thinking about moving south, close to the Marine base in North Carolina.
We have friends there too.Kinda weird huh?
We have a beach house all picked out.
It’s red with white shutters,
Found it cheap too.
It’s cold mom.
It’s always cold.
Just like the night you abandoned me.
Life sucks.
Believe me. I know.
It’s cold mom,
Like steel.
I think I know about sex, mom.
My first time sucked.
It was painful.
I didn’t like it.
It’s cold mom,
The body in my arms,
It’s cold.
She’s my little sister,
Another one of your ‘truck stop children’,
Like me and Jay.
Her blood is frozen,
And her heart stopped beating last night.
I hate the cold.
It’s cold mom.
I hate it.
Like I hate you.
I hate the cold.
Remember when you’d bundle me up?
I don’t.
Because you never did.
Hell, you left me in a phone booth.
An oopsie baby.
Was I?
Just a condom-forgotten one night stand?
And did I ever get in the way of your ‘quick sessions’?
Sorry about that.
I didn’t really have any choice in the matter.
Well, I hope you’re happy.
I’ve been raped 6 times,
Beaten by my foster fathers (Did I mention I’ve been to 8 foster homes?)
and I was sent to juvenile hall for something I didn’t do.
But it’s still cold, mom.
I joined the Marines yesterday.
I leave for Iraq in 7 months, 2 weeks, and 8 days.
I’m also working on my first novel, I think you might like it.
It’s going to be published next year.
By the way,
Who’s my dad?
I want to meet him too.
Do you get my letters, mom?
Or should I just burn them?
It’s cold here mom.
I wish I could tell you ‘I love you’,
But I don’t even know you.
I’m graduating in a few months.
Don’t worry about me, I’ll make it.
I guess you could say I keep to myself in class,
And write bits of poetry and letter like I am now.
It’s cold mom.
Oh, did I mention I’m living with my brother?
Yeah, I found him a few months ago.
You left him too.
His name is Jason.
Ring any bells?
He works as a bus driver and is a manager as a restaurant.
I’m a waitress there too.
We’re thinking about moving south, close to the Marine base in North Carolina.
We have friends there too.Kinda weird huh?
We have a beach house all picked out.
It’s red with white shutters,
Found it cheap too.
It’s cold mom.
It’s always cold.
Just like the night you abandoned me.
Life sucks.
Believe me. I know.
It’s cold mom,
Like steel.
I think I know about sex, mom.
My first time sucked.
It was painful.
I didn’t like it.
It’s cold mom,
The body in my arms,
It’s cold.
She’s my little sister,
Another one of your ‘truck stop children’,
Like me and Jay.
Her blood is frozen,
And her heart stopped beating last night.
I hate the cold.
It’s cold mom.
I hate it.
Like I hate you.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Never my Best friend
Slit my throat,
Make me bleed,
Drink my Blood,
And take all of me.
Hold me close,
Keep my safe,
Hold me tight,
Till I chaff.
Don’t leave me here,
Don’t make me cry,
Hold me together,
And don’t say ‘good-bye’.
Hold me close,
Keep my safe,
Hold me tight,
Till I chaff.
I don’t want you back,
I’d rather be friends,
Don’t hold me close,
Just make amends.
Hold me close,
Keep my safe,
Hold me tight,
Till I chaff.
You call me a bitch,
I call you a bastard,
I feel small,
Like servant to master.
Hold me close,
Keep my safe,
Hold me tight,
Till I chaff.
Our love was pure.
Our love was strong.
We fucked up,
I was wrong.
Hold me close,
Keep my safe,
Hold me tight,
Till I chaff.
We spoke of commitment,
You spoke of marriage,
I thought you were the only one I could cherish.
Hold me close,
Keep my safe,
Hold me tight,
Till I chaff.
Fate pulled us apart once,
Now again twice,
My life right now,
I think will suffice.
Hold me close,
Keep my safe,
Hold me tight,
Till I chaff.
You loved me you said,
And I don’t know if I loved you.
All I know is what you told me to do.
I had to work at it,
You did nothing.
I got sick,
And now our love is suffering.
Hold me close,
Keep my safe,
Hold me tight,
Till I chaff.
Our story of love has come to an end,
Don’t expect me to get jealous or angry,
Don’t expect for you to be my best friend.
You may have been my lover.
But you are NOT my end
(Hold me close,
Keep my safe,
Hold me tight,
Till I chaff.)
Monday, January 7, 2008
Waning of humanity inside
Warm liquid topaz eyes turn to black onyx,
and the once warm, heated flesh turns frozen cold.
and the once warm, heated flesh turns frozen cold.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Stupidity of Hormones
Drunk on love,
Sounds kinda silly, doesn’t it?
They mush, the kisses, the sex.
Wait, the SEX?!!!
Who the hell said anything about sex?!!!
Well, I guess it would be nice…
Hm…..
Lets NOT talk to mom about this,
Yeah, it wouldn’t be good….
That would just be the like time…
Shut up!
Urg…
Drunk on love hm…?
I guess so…I don’t really know or care anymore.
Good, don’t.
But why?!!
You can get hurt, it’s not like you haven’t been before…
Shut up!
Well…it’s true…
I told you to shut up!
Fine!
Oooohhh….he’s so cute.
Behave.
Who asked you?
I AM you.
Shut up.
Is that the word of the day?
Go to hell.
Then you’re coming with me.
I hate you.
Then you hate you.
Ok, stop it. He’s coming.
Be careful, I’m going to sleep.
You do that.
That was the last time I was in my human body. My soul went to heaven, as my heart went to hell.
Sounds kinda silly, doesn’t it?
They mush, the kisses, the sex.
Wait, the SEX?!!!
Who the hell said anything about sex?!!!
Well, I guess it would be nice…
Hm…..
Lets NOT talk to mom about this,
Yeah, it wouldn’t be good….
That would just be the like time…
Shut up!
Urg…
Drunk on love hm…?
I guess so…I don’t really know or care anymore.
Good, don’t.
But why?!!
You can get hurt, it’s not like you haven’t been before…
Shut up!
Well…it’s true…
I told you to shut up!
Fine!
Oooohhh….he’s so cute.
Behave.
Who asked you?
I AM you.
Shut up.
Is that the word of the day?
Go to hell.
Then you’re coming with me.
I hate you.
Then you hate you.
Ok, stop it. He’s coming.
Be careful, I’m going to sleep.
You do that.
That was the last time I was in my human body. My soul went to heaven, as my heart went to hell.
The cold truths of life.
A cold bond that hold us,
As the cruel sheets of snow reign,
And my stronghold falls.
As the cruel sheets of snow reign,
And my stronghold falls.
Tears that rip my face,
Strengthen the loss of life,
My life hangs by a thread.
Hold me together,
Remind me why I love you,
And hold me again.
A moonlit rose bleeds,
As my heart cries out to you,
And you leave me here.
I am falling away,
That only your eyes can save,
And hold together.
Laughs that string my heart,
Cherish me forevermore,
Breathe life into me again.
Wasted living child,
I wish I was gone and dead,
Take me by my hand.
You try to kill me,
I will not lose,
To your little tricks.
My pain kills my soul,
And bloodless lips upon skin,
Dance alike fire.
Sleeping children away,
Mothers rock away their dreams,
And the breathing stops.
Strengthen the loss of life,
My life hangs by a thread.
Hold me together,
Remind me why I love you,
And hold me again.
A moonlit rose bleeds,
As my heart cries out to you,
And you leave me here.
I am falling away,
That only your eyes can save,
And hold together.
Laughs that string my heart,
Cherish me forevermore,
Breathe life into me again.
Wasted living child,
I wish I was gone and dead,
Take me by my hand.
You try to kill me,
I will not lose,
To your little tricks.
My pain kills my soul,
And bloodless lips upon skin,
Dance alike fire.
Sleeping children away,
Mothers rock away their dreams,
And the breathing stops.
To Turn To Dark
A cold tear of regret rips apart the tender cells of my anatomy,
As the crystal shards of ice pierce my mind.
A continuous stabbing in my heart makes my head pound with shame.
In, pull, out, in, pull, out, in, pull, out.
A mosquito’s whining is compared small to this feeling.
I know it’s just trying to get under my skin.
Cold, damp memories haunt the moldy corners of my rusted mind,
As the pain neck of insanity bares it throat of submission to me.
Temptation is strong,
But am I really that willing to throw away all I have built for that one tiny taste?
The sweet, savory veins pump under the paled skin and taunt flesh.
My eyes roam the neck of long lost memories,
Knowing that if they feast on the outside sight,
The inside can be much better tasting.
Fingers trail the flesh that is oh-so-knowing-to-taste-good,
But I stop.
Is it really worth it all?
My mouth waters as the flittering memories of better times pulse under those veins,
Only if they aftermath wouldn’t be so painful.
I turn away, only to be called back again.
The throat’s still bared,
And impulsively, I dive in.
The sweet tasting memories are better than I remembered.
My journey was to an end,
And I knew what was coming next.
My eyes spring to life again as the painful memories build up and the painful tugging at my chest begins to re-open the wound I tried so hard to heal.
And I know it is over.
No matter how fast I run,
Nor how hard I try,
Those memories of you,
Will never, ever, ever,
Leave this insanity alone.
As the crystal shards of ice pierce my mind.
A continuous stabbing in my heart makes my head pound with shame.
In, pull, out, in, pull, out, in, pull, out.
A mosquito’s whining is compared small to this feeling.
I know it’s just trying to get under my skin.
Cold, damp memories haunt the moldy corners of my rusted mind,
As the pain neck of insanity bares it throat of submission to me.
Temptation is strong,
But am I really that willing to throw away all I have built for that one tiny taste?
The sweet, savory veins pump under the paled skin and taunt flesh.
My eyes roam the neck of long lost memories,
Knowing that if they feast on the outside sight,
The inside can be much better tasting.
Fingers trail the flesh that is oh-so-knowing-to-taste-good,
But I stop.
Is it really worth it all?
My mouth waters as the flittering memories of better times pulse under those veins,
Only if they aftermath wouldn’t be so painful.
I turn away, only to be called back again.
The throat’s still bared,
And impulsively, I dive in.
The sweet tasting memories are better than I remembered.
My journey was to an end,
And I knew what was coming next.
My eyes spring to life again as the painful memories build up and the painful tugging at my chest begins to re-open the wound I tried so hard to heal.
And I know it is over.
No matter how fast I run,
Nor how hard I try,
Those memories of you,
Will never, ever, ever,
Leave this insanity alone.
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