i swore to myself,
i'd never fall in love again
and that no femme would deter
my affections toward her.

yet like a hypocritical jackass,
i turn the other way,
rip open my chest, bearing my heart
and beg her to take it.

i've been at the mental point
where its been decimated by every known force,
and there was no known cure,
for some odd fucking reason, i found one.

i kneel before her, waiting to feel...
her cold, clamy, dead hands wrap around it.
but as she lies there, i realize she can't and once again, i bleed to
death...
 
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