crushed.

r | u i n e d.

sweetheart, what have you done to us - keaton henson.
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i shouldn't have believed it;

i shouldn't have allowed myself to get lost
in your nicotine coated arms,
n o ,
because although you made me feel as
though i were enough,
i sure as hell should've known better.
i should have listened to the lions that
( t r e m b l e d ) & ( r o a r e d ) in the
depths of my ( a c i d i c ) stomach as i
neared you,
h e l l,
for your fingertips were the shade
of charcoal black and tasted like the
bittersweet remnants of the sin adam
and eve created.

( s i g n ),

it was a sign was it not?
when your lips knew another woman's feel
to them and were left stained by her
expensive and ever so posh dolce&gabana
lipstick shade black magic 630,
i'm sorry,
were my sweet watermelon chapsticks not
enough for you?
( d a m n ) it,
i knew i should've tested out peaches &
cream on you,

( p a u s e ),

or did you just decide you would be better
off with a woman?
after all,
you always referred to me as a
' s i l l y,
l i t t l e,
g i r l. '

( b r e a t h e ),

i'm ever so sorry that my love for you was
ever so childish.
but i guess i'll never understand why you
did it,
i'll never understand why you thought it
best to hurt me like that,
because i'm not 'golden baby',
i'm 'hurt baby',
i'm 'ruined baby',
i'm 'unhappy baby',
i'm 'tired baby',
i'm 'suicidal baby'.

and all the single galaxies combined with
the stars are too.