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love rescue me
Stuck in the pain. Why does it all feel the same ?
What am I to do when all I want is you , when every
fucking thought is intoxicated with your presence.
These memories and associations I’ve attributed to
only you ... am I to just forget them , leave them
smoldering in the ashes ? What have you done with
these left over pieces , you claim to care but I fail to
see the stain. You move on with such ease and
minimal hesitation , while I’m still stuck on our
previous conversation. I have scars freshly healed-
over from ways I’ve opened up , yet there is no
repercussion or cost for the way you left me bleeding
from your last deep cut. I feel like a damn fool for
believing all of your words , for giving you honesty
and all of me. Why do you get to run away and
escape from all of the pain and heartache ? You left
me alone , crumbled , responsible for all of the
pieces. Running to any comfort , in another’s arms
after you sought my embrace first ; your body on my
body. Call it magic , cut me into two. And with all
your magic I disappear from view. Running in circles ,
coming up tails , oh can’t we go back to the start ?
Today was tough. It cut deeply.
But
Tomorow will come.
I can’t express adequately the thoughts running through my mind. Emotions stream uncontrollably and feelings sink in what seems to be an endless cycle, a bad dream in which the dreamer is incapable of awaking from; forced to reside within.
Fuck.
The past gives us purpose to the present and perspective to the future