I’m lost
And you feed on it-
Find the energy
To regain
The control.
You thought you had me-
Thought that laughter
And promises of love
Would be enough
To devour me.
Oh, please. Go home
And do your research.
Spill your blood
And let me see
The lies
Hiding on the inside of your wrists
And so afraid to get wet.
Monday, April 27, 2009
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