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(I know what lies behind that mask)
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Most Recent I'm good enough to fight over,
to break hearts for...
Right?
I'm good enough to cause chaos,
to instigate outrageous obsession...
Right?
I know how it is when all you want to do is touch my face
But instead your hands turn to fists
to release the pressure
to release the tension
building like water upon a broken dam.
My tears climb down my face like melted sand...
they cool and turn into glass as they
drop
from my cheeks.
Tiny shards that slice the tops of my feet,
spurting forth every single word I would like to
but cannot say.
Do not touch me.
Your hands are like knives bleeding me dry.
I’ve tried to make you leave.
I wash my body and scrape the skin off my soul
but you’re still there
hiding
in my pores.
I know I’ve never been an angel
and you are not my fearless white knight
... The person I thought you were
but
I’m tired of swallowing swords
in my tea every morning
like a fucking circus act.
