Hold me closer than ever before.
I long to become a part of me.
I am a part of me.
Yet more than I know.
Imbedded slowly, softly.
I grip white knuckled.
To the hope of a longed goodbye.
The hope of nothing.
When I hold this part of me.
I think of you, I think of goodbye.
This pain, held in my wrist.
Just look at these scars.


So deep, these scars of broken words.
Shards of letters, cutting through me.
Broken heart, stone of ice.
The fucked up trust, was your advice.
Breathe your lies, I hope you choke.
Tragedy?
Yes, to believe in hope.
No more Love.
I’m poisoned now.
I’ve had enough.
Of your lying trust.
My tears are stone.
As are the memories.
You were my first.
My last.
My only.

 
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