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i want to blame you, but it was my fault again.

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when i stand,

it rushes.

the blood is dried and clotted atop my skin.

i move, it breaks, and there is the rush,

the rush. the love bleeds red.

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the angels came. they came and slipped in the blood i spilt for you. shouldn’t they have known i couldn’t come with them?

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i am screaming against silence. death won’t come fast enough.

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stop saying you love me if you don’t mean it. i’m tired of hearing a lie that i want to be true.

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there is blood running. i can taste it. i wish you knew i lived for you.

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do you remember? do you remember what it felt like to be in love?

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i can still feel you under my hands. i want and want and want. you’re so far.

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how does it feel to have my blood on your hands?

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[bloodysuggestion]

i am lovesick—

the blood and guts and hearts

spill from my lips and into your waiting arms.

i am lovesick.

my love bleeds from behind purple skin

and aching muscles.

i am lovesick.

my fever burns hotter when i see you,

your words have infected me,

and i don’t want a cure.

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i get it

i am not good enough

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wet lashes and bloody noses

are nothing

when i am touching you.

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i will dance in your mind

pirouettes and piqués

to spin and to prick,

if only to have you remember.

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your words make me feel like a fire,

brilliant and bright.

i would burn forever.

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your torture is slow,

your words are kind,

tell me who you want.

I’ll love you either way.

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My thoughts are filled with poison, dribbling out of the cuts I wish I could give you. I’d make you as ugly on the outside as you claim I am. I’ll show you the grotesque reality; I am the monster you have spawned. And I am a horrifying kind of beauty only those who have suffered understand. I have survived the trials you tried to trap me in. I have persevered above the chains you coiled around me. And you know what? I might miss what I was, but hey, isn’t it great to watch us rise from the ashes?