F O U R T Y F O U R

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i built my walls up just for you to tear them down
i chose the pathway to destruction and addiction
you stabbed me when i was most vulnerable

the knife in my back is euphoric
pain is pleasure and you cannot ignore it

i hope someday our paths meet again
for you to tear my walls down again and again
just let me love you
but you're with her
i don't care the cost
she can beat me black and blue
i will stand there and take the blows

i will wait
here in a bath full of blood
waiting for you to save me and stitch the wounds you made
but for now i will soak
how pathetic

c.r.

Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive PrincessWhere stories live. Discover now