Your love is like an ocean,
Full of rotting flesh,
Filled with salt and sand,
That’s why I love you best.
My love is like a pendant,
That tightens with the trust,
That’s why I’m dying quickly,
You ensure my lungs are crushed.
Its painful and its pleasure,
Mixed with love and hate,
My mind is slowly twisting,
Over my hearts disgrace.
How come you can always be there,
To comfort my every fear,
But whenever I try to run to you,
Your hardly ever here.
Then the times I’m mental,
You come and hold my hand,
I’m happy and I’m sane,
Will you ever be my man?
My love for yous intoxicating,
When your not listening it turns to rage,
And then before I know it,
Theres blood all over the page.
Oopsie is what I whisper,
As I stab my arm again,
As the bloody viens release,
My headstrong possessive friend.
She winks at me and mumbles,
More harrassive words,
I partake in all her mind games,
I deserve the painful splurge.
See my love,
What you’ve done,
I’m dumb and teared apart,
You seem to be the only one,
But when can I have your heart?

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