taking a few steps back, i have been given a new perspective to this twisted manifestation of emotions. you are not who i love -- you are gone. all that is left is the shell of the one who was my completion. now you have evolved into my destruction.
when these lies, these ties...
when they all dissipate,
you may have something...
but it won't be me.
you held it all in your hands -- the luxury of love, the honesty of us, and the hope for more. shredded, it all falls to the floor to be swept up to nothing. if everything was not enough, you shall never be satisfied.
when these lies, these ties...
when they all dissipate,
you may have something...
but it won't be me.
emptied of all i could ever give, numbness is all that is left. i cherish it when the twist of the knife is the only thing reminding me that i am alive.
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