02 : Venus

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Do me a favor, leave me in the shape you found me

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Do me a favor, leave me in the shape you found me. Do me a favor, if I don't fill your void, don't leave me in the shape that won't fit anyone else either. Do me a favor, if I hurt you, tell me but make it seem unintentional because if I hurt you in my senses, I'll kill myself then. Do me a favor, call me with your name, it's sensual. Do me a favor, don't fall in love with a liar, come back to our house — the tea I made is getting colder. Do me a favor, come back even for a day, let my waiting be of some use, this negligence is rotting my insides. Do me a favor, don't disgrace my name, I would paint myself a villain to prove your brilliance anyway. Let the moon go through phases, let the sun complete its rotation, I'll be your Venus if you let me. Do me favor, pretend I'm invisible if we ever happen to be in the same room again. I can't look in your eyes, nor see your face. I can't even fucking forget you, how you expect me to let go of a pair of old shoes? My teardrops are staining your neatly pressed suit. Was I just a mess of your aftermath on the floor? That monday wasn't just an ordinary monday, it was the monday you decided to paint my walls a shade of gold I can't find even if I go through millions of stores. My baby teeth are still inside a small box in your closet, your dirty laundry is still in the casket, my smiles are still a sight you remember and your abuse is my lifelong mate.


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