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car rides and basic atmospheres
It's so lonely without your texts, baby.
It's so lonely.
I'm feeling a bit achy
my feet are a tad shaky
I'm strolling down memory lane
desiring to find the way back to my true life
I've gotta snap out of the torment I put myself through
due to you because baby it's just not worth it,
I don't deserve it
I could let tears sting my eyes at any given moment
but I desire to live and be free
all the things you wouldn't let me be
Sometimes I'm so blue
because of all the choking I've experienced from you
How I held my grip on the anchor tighter each time
just so you wouldn't sail the seas without me
just so you'd stay on land promising to love me
each time you broke a plate
or threw out pictures
or scarred my cheeks
you always ended with an apology
with a couple I love you's following afterwards
each time I just formed a sympathetic expression
through my red eyes and hurting head
and all I could say was I love you, too
before I turn away and collapse in the bedroom
a lot of times I draw on my wrist
I write your name
or create a picture
because I know it's only temporary
and tap water will soon dissolve it
it's my way of connecting your love to my inked wrist
on one part of me I'll see shimmering art on my collarbones
and on the part beneath I'll see the swollen cuts that I couldn't prevent or hold up
I wish you were a fountain that only shot out gold
so I could swim in you forever
like I always dreamed of
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