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A continuation to what I last submitted.


Submitted:Oct 6, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Loving for me is like sky diving out of a moving plane for others.

Me keeping calm is like breathing for others.

Impossible.

Screw you and you for making me incapable to hold on tight to him.

Genuine and pure.

I know the want he fathoms from me is true.

He wants me and I keep holding out for you.

You're something stupid I use to adore, now I'm laying on this carpet stained floor.

I'm out of the house and willing.

Willing for a second go around with you.

The boy that refuses to grow.

I'm just the girl that yearns to find a fixation aside from the one I've attained towards you.

If I could kill, would I press the cool, steel, nose to the temple of that whom I cannot vanish from my skull?

To silence the begging, continuous thoughts of a facade.

And push.

Shoot me instead.

The dead welcome my mediocre pain.

Kids starving in the streets, inevitably dying.

And here I am mindlessly scribbling your name on vacant parts of my decaying flesh.





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