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"A TUMULTUOUS STRUGGLE
BETWEEN A FIERY TEMPTRESS
AND THE VIOLENT MAN
WHO SOUGHT TO ENSLAVE HER."
You made something out of me.
i don't like what it is though.
"This is a waste of summer."
At some point i stopped waiting around for you.
At some point i began finding out that i wasn't getting anywhere.
At some point i realized you were done.
"...and that's when smoking became fun."
"that's because your insides are bleeding."
i deleted your number.
But you know that's a lie.
i just moved it to another name that takes longer to find
figuring that by the time i found it i would realize you don't want anything.
i don't even recognize my own hands.
i like them, because i don't have to hold back as much.
i like them, because i don't have to always be quiet.
i like them, because i believe they are aware that all the times i say i love them they know it's not just juice, it's truth let slip more often.
You are like alcohol.
That doesn't mean i don't like drinking around you.
You don't owe it to me, but i would like one call.
You don't owe it to me, but i would like one conversation with reason.
You do owe me somethings though.
Because they are mine.
i've been feeling sadly affectionate lately.
Patriotic party favors made in China.
Horrible music.
Finding people.
Around.
Coffee.
Mascot kid from across the street.
Green lit trees.
Moths.
Missing doors.
Paint.
People.
Background noise.
Cut & paste.
i woke up and left.
i left a note.
i'm a bad girlfriend.
i miss you though.
BETWEEN A FIERY TEMPTRESS
AND THE VIOLENT MAN
WHO SOUGHT TO ENSLAVE HER."
You made something out of me.
i don't like what it is though.
"This is a waste of summer."
At some point i stopped waiting around for you.
At some point i began finding out that i wasn't getting anywhere.
At some point i realized you were done.
"...and that's when smoking became fun."
"that's because your insides are bleeding."
i deleted your number.
But you know that's a lie.
i just moved it to another name that takes longer to find
figuring that by the time i found it i would realize you don't want anything.
i don't even recognize my own hands.
i like them, because i don't have to hold back as much.
i like them, because i don't have to always be quiet.
i like them, because i believe they are aware that all the times i say i love them they know it's not just juice, it's truth let slip more often.
You are like alcohol.
That doesn't mean i don't like drinking around you.
You don't owe it to me, but i would like one call.
You don't owe it to me, but i would like one conversation with reason.
You do owe me somethings though.
Because they are mine.
i've been feeling sadly affectionate lately.
Patriotic party favors made in China.
Horrible music.
Finding people.
Around.
Coffee.
Mascot kid from across the street.
Green lit trees.
Moths.
Missing doors.
Paint.
People.
Background noise.
Cut & paste.
i woke up and left.
i left a note.
i'm a bad girlfriend.
i miss you though.