Miscellaneous (On Hold)

Anemic

Your love is anemic,

your fire is cold.

Your soul is dark,

your eyes are dull.

What happened to us?

out with the old,

in with the new.

You're nothing but skin and bones,

you're the galantine,

cold and alone.

it suits you well.

It isn't me,

it's you.

You're heart's untrue,

and chasing you is like chasing the wind.

Here's to you,

I'm not alarmed,

but this wasted time on you.

Thanks to you,

my song has not been sung.

Your heart goes numb,

so, make it easy,

say I never mattered,

and let crooked smiles fade.

I'm glad to hate you.

I've yet to break a sweat.

Tonight is alive,

just not for long.

Don't stick by me,

don't lie with me.

You can count on me

for nothing.

This heartbreak,

this hate,

aren't sutures,

but I will fight to the end.

So come what may,

and long live us.

our feelings anemic.

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A/N: Possibly the last poem in this collection.