Im sorry.

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A girl met a boy
A boy who felt like home
Who smelled like lavender
And felt like silk
But tasted like poison
Which slowly rotted her body
Making her numb
Inside and out.

When he came into her life he brought beams of yellow with him
Brightness and joy
But when he left,
He took his yellow with him and he left her in complete darkness
But he left a peice
A speck of yellow
A speck of hope
But suddenly that yellow turnt into red
Anger and hatred
And eventually red turned into blue
And blue reminded her of something...
And that was how she would never be enough.
Never be enough for him.

She enjoyed being alone
Enjoyed her own company
Until he came into her life, and made her crave his presence
And said he would never let go of her
But eventually his arms became weak and he released his grip on her
And now when shes without him,
When shes alone
She no longer feels peace or happiness
But rather she feels
Lonley...

She carefully took the knife from his cold hands
As tears rolled down her face
She would do anything for him
But he wouldnt even give her a second glance
So she tore herself apart
Until there was nothing but scars left on her beautiful skin
She stared into his eyes as she plunged the knife into her chest
With her eyes fluttering closed she ripped the knife from her body
"Its red" she whispers looking at the weapon
"Just for you."
She let out a small chuckle before her last breath
But she was happy
Because she always knew red was his favourate colour.
Would she do it again?
Of Course.

She used to think love was beautiful
She used to think love was simple
Now she knows what it really is
A death sentence.

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