she burns of artistic, arithmetic encounters,leaving scars bubbling with ease.
scabbing around the wound like feind.
she finds time to embrace all she has lost,and some things she never tried for.
she already lost a few people she would die for
;but her hopes stay high with the drama druggies running the streets.
strayed, betrayed, straight through her heart he gave a bullet so strong it could stop her pulse, but she breaths on ignoring the pain and the time shes spent dwelling on his issues with the world.
captivating his soul, she swings from his rib cage on the rope she once held around her neck, and he keeps her here locked inside.
no one shall know her name, no one shall know of the secret affairs they do continue to lust over, and no one shall ever understand.
but here is where she wakes, where she wants to be.
arising from a night mare that has stolen her from dreams.
she finds a reason to hold on, because she knows they pull her legs as she dangles from the cliff of his esophagus.
they all want her here, they need her there
but he keeps her home.
this is home, in between the small hand and the big hand
somewhere before the clock strikes and the bed bugs bite..
she finds herself intertwined with the poisoness lover.
the immortal creature who will always have her heart.
the heart will warm her but,the sting of the pain will keep her.
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