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[violentskys]

remembering every color,
and every single detail of your skin.
memorizing the lines,
out of desperation,
because i need them more then air right now.

inside,
and out of nowhere,
another hidden wall appears,
and my only thought is to run and hide,
let fear control me,
as i always have.

*instinct*
but you have always been so wrong.
how am i to listen to you now?
how am i to trust you word?
trust your thoughts?
or your actions?

*time and patience*
i have never needed you,
like i need you right now.

tasting heaven,
and feeling slightly ill,
for the perfection is far too much for me too handle,
much too fucking good for me.

i have never really enjoyed the person staring back,
because i never truly understood who she was,
or where she came from,
and why she is,
or why she isn't,
and why she will never.be.anything.to.you.

ignorance,
a very good friend of yours.

i wish i could be so bad,
and feel so good,
but im just not like you.