Your perception of affection is a horrid misconception. You confuse and abuse the right to be excused. You persist with your kiss, yet I continue to resist. All your tries plus your lies should make you realize, it is you that I despise. I am fine, so divine; no longer feel confined. I am vain, quite urbane as I reject you from my veins. My pulse races, as it replaces all the memories of your embraces. We achieved so much more, than you and your whore, who by the way always seemed such a bore. What a chore, I'm relieved, I have scored a reprieve. From your touch, and your clutch, love kisses and such. I am strong, will prevail, my swan song has assailed. You won't last, in this world, with all your relics from our past. Feel my wrath, writhe and burn, as you stray from your path. I am safe, I am sound, the love is lost but I am found. I have beautified, as I increase in value, your beauty has died, as you have subdued. It's the end, no more pain, hearts will mend, freed from your reins. Blessed be the day you left, I had become so deaf, so unhappily bereft. What a waste, still unchaste . . But I have finally won the race.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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