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...and to think I felt you even more laid down and vulnerable and hating your every breath that irritated, too shallow-pitched. Like my fingernails raking down your skin, you hate to have me in the room. You dragged me to the execution, but it was my ax, and my perfect little town. My face against the block, but it was your heart that failed the lie detector. I know you could never cope with honesty, in all of it's brutal sandpaper whispers.
I see you now, clearly, in the back corner of the reflection, the mirror over the medicine cabinet. I'm the pill you need to sleep at night. You hate hate hate me, you keep saying it to a postered wall. It's covered in the dreams every youth possesses. You, my love, are the destroyer of hope; I handed you my ribboned dress and you stained it ink black to match the room you never lit.
Cold company in a blank hall left me begging for one more affair with happiness.
I see you now, clearly, in the back corner of the reflection, the mirror over the medicine cabinet. I'm the pill you need to sleep at night. You hate hate hate me, you keep saying it to a postered wall. It's covered in the dreams every youth possesses. You, my love, are the destroyer of hope; I handed you my ribboned dress and you stained it ink black to match the room you never lit.
Cold company in a blank hall left me begging for one more affair with happiness.