Black Dahlia
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Now I know we said things
Did things
That we didn’t mean
And we fall back
Into the same patterns
Same routine
But your temper’s just as bad
As mine is
You’re the same as me
But when it comes to love
You’re just as blinded
Baby please come back
It wasn’t you
Baby it was me
Maybe our relationship
Isn’t as crazy as it seems
Maybe that’s what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though
Come inside
Pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don’t you hear sincerity
In my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I’m pissed
I’ll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it’s lies
I’m tired of the games
I just want her back
I know I’m a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I’mma tie her to the bed
And set the house on fire
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First.
The tangerine tinged drapes that beautifully complimented the streaks of adumbrated radiance, which were impetuously trying to witness the fornication that was occurring within the latitude of four azure walls.
The idyllic exchange of excruciating passion is undoubtedly the best gift after 4 months of excruciating incognito with unit 10171.
Thank you for today.
No, thank you for the second chance. You’re amazing.
Thank you for using your delicate fingers to wipe away my waterworks.
Thank you for addressing to my lamentations.
To you, “I know you like me. (: Thanks.” haha!
My mind has been awake for more than the period of duration between two successive transits of the sun. However, it is still surprisingly alert and fully attentive, despite feeling the occasional pangs of Cephalalgia. I know there’s a reason that is keeping me awake right now. Nonetheless, I’m uncertain if I should even allow myself to be in such a position.
Today was indeed memorable; it acknowledges the fact that timelessness will ultimately be piqued by lassitude. I feel pathetic, as I’m speechless in terms of expressing this form of disquietude that’s currently being wrapped around me. I’m trying so hard to smile, but the only thing that can be wiped onto my face, for now at least, will only be a tiny simper. To be honest, I am not any bit bewildered if you are disgusted by my impetuosity. Howbeit, what am I supposed to do? The trepidation of losing you was just too overpowering. I had to hold on to you somehow, because, I know if I were to do otherwise, it will most definitely be the end of our <s>timeless</s> novel.
I’m tearing as I’m typing this and again, I apologize for being so fragile. My tears, are easily comparable to the dregs found in a sewage pipe. I really wish I was stronger, perhaps, this would stop me from holding you back. I know I told you that I’m determined enough to illustrate to you what gratification really means, and I really do mean every single bit of it. But, I’m scared that I will never be hypersonic enough for you to regain your renewal, in regards to your attempts to try to make this bond, stronger.
What aches the most was not your decision to leave, it was when you said you never once mentioned that our relationship was timeless…
Fuck. I think I will end here, before I damp my keyboard with saliferous droplets.
I love you, nonetheless.
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The eyes portrayed the morning dews that can be found on the tip of each foliole and the nose ruffled like the picotte windchimes that were swiftly brushed by the strong winds of autumn.
