I haven't written in a while...
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Dear diary: silent friend, these words pour from my lips again
I feel the rushing once more, as clothes and morals hit the floor.
Now it’s just a waiting game to see whose heart is ever maimed.
I swear to you my truths are lies, I’ll say just that to get a rise.
I wear their hearts like battle trophies, pinned weeping to my chest
Covering the gaping hole behind where I laid you, my love, to rest.
They can’t see my smile is a poisoned trap, hungry for the kill
So bleed my love, bleed my love, and let me have my fill.
I’ll be the girl you always wanted, the one you thought would never…
I’ll hold you close to my blackened heart, and promise you forever.
But don’t be fooled, my little friend, by this meaningful connection
I’m just here to break your heart, dear, to bleed you for affection.
So walk away from this regret, the one you’ll wish you never met
I’ll take you for a spin, my boy, you’ll be the newest craze, my toy.
But don’t forget that this means nothing; I’m just in it for the kick.
You might quench my thirst for now, but I’ll leave you feeling sick.
If love was war and war was love, I’d wear this uniform with pride
I’d play the lover, you play the fool. I’d be your blushing bride.
But not here, like this, tonight. So bleed for me, my love, it’s alright.
I’ll hold you close once more. I’ll be you loving little whore. [for ever more]
And when you wake to bleeding hearts, your dreams in shredded pieces,
Don’t say I didn’t try to warn you, dear, that I didn’t shed a goddamn tear
Because it’s a wicked web we spin, this life, it’s a game of chance.
But what it’s not, my foolish love, what’s it’s not..
It’s not a true romance.
Dedicated to a ghost from my past who just won't leave my mind, Mr T. B.