Your coffee stained heart is devoid of caffeine now, as you buried me alive, in your hostility I drowned. Our white sheets have been dyed red, to match the blood that was spilled, yet a flicker of hope remains that this is just another fire drill. Your cauldron of hatred bubbles over, burning me like the sun's apocalyptic flares, though all I ever wanted was for someone, anyone, to be there. Bravery has abandoned me, there is no courage left in my cowardly lion heart, benevolent but broken before we even had a chance to fill the pages of our lives with beautiful art. Stop, this was all a farce, that has left my memories jaded, and scattered so sparse. Your charade will be a hard act to follow, novocaine numb now with a heart that is twice as hollow. My white flag hangs at half-mast in honour of my demise, as crocodile tears sprout, then sting, as they trail down your face, and stain your sorry eyes. My world was in disarray, as it yearned to be your oyster, now I stumble through the streets, staggering as I roister. I berate you for taking me out too deep when I can hardly swim, the chances of us rekindling our romance now are eating disorder slim. I trim the fat hoping to gain insight in good time, putting an end to the cycle now, you were the most maleficent mime. You claimed that you loved me, that you would support my frivolous falls, but in the end your abhorrence for me seeped through making me feel so small. Lower than I have ever been, I shut the door to you, my heart will not be receptive anymore as it refuses to accept that you have dyed it with the blues. My sweet surrender to you led me right into death's hands, so go directly to jail, do not pass GO, you were merely a depiction of a man. Poster of a boy you had me fooled for far too long, please fly away home, and leave me again, this is the end of our love song.
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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