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Time with you was perfect,
never boring,
never wasted,
you were always the same - intense and beautiful,
amazing.
I would look at you as we sat in places,
when I was away from you, I would stare at you picture endlessly.
Something you never got a chance to find out,
something you'll never know,
one fact.
I would've done anything for you, knowing, that it all could be used against me.
I know what happens when you do it even a little - I have the scars.
For you, I would've pulled sunlight from thin air, and lifted the curses from your life.
I loved you so.
It's tragic at this point.
It's like an ongoing funeral.
You're out there somewhere.
sometimes I feel myself dying slow, knowing that you're alive somewhere,
and somebody else's smelling your hair, touching your neck.
You know how those barbed and clawed nights can pass, they rip the meat right off your back,
send you to the corner and leave you with enough of your senses to realize that you’ll live
to see another hammering night alone...
never boring,
never wasted,
you were always the same - intense and beautiful,
amazing.
I would look at you as we sat in places,
when I was away from you, I would stare at you picture endlessly.
Something you never got a chance to find out,
something you'll never know,
one fact.
I would've done anything for you, knowing, that it all could be used against me.
I know what happens when you do it even a little - I have the scars.
For you, I would've pulled sunlight from thin air, and lifted the curses from your life.
I loved you so.
It's tragic at this point.
It's like an ongoing funeral.
You're out there somewhere.
sometimes I feel myself dying slow, knowing that you're alive somewhere,
and somebody else's smelling your hair, touching your neck.
You know how those barbed and clawed nights can pass, they rip the meat right off your back,
send you to the corner and leave you with enough of your senses to realize that you’ll live
to see another hammering night alone...