“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
Breathing in and breathing out,
my head leaned back my hands are tied,
I stand in here alone I scream, questions why.
Days slip by and nights I taste,
these memories run through my veins
injecting me with one last kiss, screaming why...
This medication can't save me,
this desperation takes hold of me.
I wanted to believe in all of this,
I wanted to believe in you.
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