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i love too much to be loved so much by a man who lacks empathy for others.

if you love me, hold me now, because i just want to disappear. if you love me, don't let go, because i'm terrified you will leave. if you love me, fight my fears, because i need a knight with mettle tested. if you love me, be my soldier, because i need a saviour and a calvary. free me from myself; the nightingale caged.

i've spent every free thought for the past few days with you as the only thought in my mind. i've craved the touch of your skin. i ache to see you smile at me, like the way you used to do. it's been years since i could feel you. i could cry. i love you. you are a wildfire, burning within me. your memory is spreading, and i think i'll lose myself in this flame.

I. she was a lady, with violets in her hair, waiting to be found. II. a simple woman, edged with a lonely lost soul, on the widow's peak. III. she watches the sea, the woman in the black dress. he won't come back home.

she says, "beauty is on the inside", and believes every syllable. yet, she buys glitter stars and places them upon her person. "glamour," she says, "is merely the illusion, but god i want him to see me even if it kills me through and through." she paints herself in cat eyes, and emerald pops of colour. she slinks in dresses that could commit a heart's murder. she puts on her stilettos, and accentuates curves with a swish of her hips. she says, "beauty don't come for free, no no it can't be bought in a jewelry store. but glamour is an illusion, and i want him to see." she knows beauty is inside her, but it's the glamour that brings her out of

one day i swear you will forget me; every word i spoke. everything i ever did; i think that will surely be the worst experience i will ever face.

he haunts me every day, like he's a ghost, and i swear i smell the smoke of the bar room calling to me. i feel the thirst edging my throat, and burning me inside out. i want to drink the past away in shadows of yesterday. i want to say how i never loved him, but that would be a lie, and as accustomed as i should be to those by now, i will simply say nothing. i should walk away, but how do you forget the caresses of love when they are etched soul deep inside of you. how do you let go of something that threatens to drown you in its depths, but makes you feel so very much alive with every nerve ending aflame. i haven't figured it out yet. i swe

she dreamt she told her mother about still loving you. her mother spoke too loudly in response about how she shouldn't love someone like you. all she'd get would be broken hearts, edged with ruby red shattered glass spilled upon the floor like it fell from her veins. he overheard and flew into a rage. exposed her. to you. in front of you. and left. she felt so embarrassed. it was never her intention to lose him. she knew he was all that truly stood between she and you. and maybe if you had someone of course. but you were alone in her dreams, and it was enough. but she knew, there was a chance you would never want to love her again. it was so

i love you, and one of these days i. swear. to. g.o.d. i will fucking stop. but that day isn't today. it isn't going to be tomorrow. or even when the stars fall from the night sky, and fill the world with their light. it will be the day i close my eyes, and never wake up.

falling in love with you was a sort of ambition. you had walls that you swore were inpenetrable. you were vain, prideful, and stubborn as hot as hell was on fire. and yet, i still loved you like the stars shone out of your ass. i didn't care if you fell, as it made no difference. if you did, i swore i would too. and that was what occurred. i broke and you broke. we shattered in a simultaneous combustion of pieces. you could never put that back together once more. not in all the right places. we've become a dashing mosaic. a clashing, brash mosaic full of kaleidoscope colours waiting to be made into something beautiful. our fall was beautifu