The Truest Love There Was

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i write it on bathroom walls

the inside of my cheeks are tattooed

your name will be the first word to leave my lips

when i awake from my coma

google search history

"how to tell your best friend

you would die to kiss his collarbones

hear him say that you're his girl"

cherry vanilla lipgloss to catch his eyes

the girl sits on your writing desk

a tornado, a rainfall of tears

letters spelling out what words can't say

no words are ecstatic enough

decibels of music higher than the human ear can detect

i write like this when i'm manic

you are the mania in my blood damn you

brain cells can't function

overload of joy

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