You, half ruined, with a flickering courage, unwrapped those 3AM thoughts, and tried to kiss her stone-dry wounds. Even rubbed a little, spilling secrets, with your own pain translation, drawn into them.
Who. Do. You. Think. You. Are?
To wander-lost into her galaxies, carrying burned promises and a hope for her to plunge to.
You are nothing but a force-fed lie.
You are shame-full.
Peeling her gentle dreams, only to desert her at the bottom. She poured an ocean for you, filling the cracks, her words failed to. She held the stars out for you, swimming the darkness, enlightening a trace for you. Just for you. A heart that cast a sunrise, reflecting warm joy for you.
Your insecurities collapsed on top of her, plucked her out of a roof, emptied on the inside, she swallowed more of your demons in.
Look at her. Look at what's left of her. Once a naked desire, entrapped her, and now it is destroying her. Behind closed doors, she is piercing needles into her honey heart, stained with your aftertase, she stitched her stories, anchored heavy, knocked falling, sunk into a shoreless sea, with a thread to live; so thin, tangled and incomplete.
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