The hair that is unkempt, is it frightening, will you still love me?
Heavily decorated clothes that are falling to the floor, are you afraid or do you lust?
The bloody hand that holds yours, will you be forever or
are you leaving?
Moans
escaping your mouth, the only way you breathe.
-dies a bit on the inside.
Tears
falling like the shattered pieces of my heart.
Mascara trickling down my pale cheeks,
life spilling from the glossy red mouth,
the eyes that look up, full of pain, broken and glassy
like a dolls, with the soft,
pleading tone,
tell me you loved me.
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