A New Face For An Old Acquaintance
if i was a gun i'd be pointed at you, and even if i was a knife i still wouldnt be sharp enough to cut through your veil of lies and see everything you do to me, the way you twist me to be like you, the way you deform and sculpt me to whatever sickness it is you want through your hurtfull, lovely little eyes, i call you my CHAOTIC heart, as you and me remain forever worlds apart, even though you said you loved me you can never steal part of me, even when we made love, yes LOVE not just sex, and i held you close, it is true you crept in deeper than most, but i became aware that only true love can touch my soul. So when the bitter ashes fell to encircle my body as i laid there dying and looking up through lustfull eyes, my heart went cold as i realized you were killing me....and this night with you became so ugly.
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