I am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself.
Crimsyy Copyright 2016
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Force a scalpel into my brain, I no longer want to feel this pain, this pain is not sweet, or God forbid, fucking poetic.
This pain tastes of 12 am tears, of 12 am almost-deaf ears, I'm trying to blast you away since you're not willing to stay, and I'm pouring my heart out, but that ain't enough for you until I snap.
Tomorrow, I will wake up late, and tomorrow, you won't feel my ache, you'll walk in with that stupid smile I'd love to erase from your face, I'd love to be the reason you cry, I wish my thoughts would shrink, and I wish you'd be the one to think, of what you're not fixing; here's a hint; the instructions to me are not written in print, your toolbox won't help you;
Can I comprehend you? Can I unmask you? Can I learn to hate you? No.
I'll write some beautiful verses, cast the most dramatic curses from the darkest corners of my mind, and yet consolation is what they'll find.
- Crimsyy♡
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