PART ONE. sometimes i wonder if it really was all worth it. losing everything for someone that didn't even stay. (i thought my head did the calculations correctly, you weren't supposed to leave me heartbroken) i built an empire for you, a cacophony of our love (now it sits in shards, singing a lament of shattered stars)
PART TWO. i tell myself that i hate you (i hate you i hate you i hate you) but honestly, i never could. even if you're a ripped-to-pieces-taped-back-together polaroid picture. i considered burning it, throwing it to the sky, just getting it away from me, but i never could. (i just sit on my dusty bed and stare at the mind-numbing thing stuck to the wall) that's probably what disgusted me the most. (i've hurt and i've healed, but having your heart ripped open by your own hands is another form of self destruction itself)
PART THREE. you kept coming back (not in real life) you kept intruding my thoughts, making yourself cozy in my own domain (i thought my mind was my own, but you took that from me as well) i want to rid myself of you, cleanse my body from your bruising fingers and cracked lips. wash away you tragedies from my skin. scrub your life from my brain, (and strip me of my sins, leave just bare broken bones)
PART FOUR. maybe the saying till death do us part isn't so bad. i'd enter a void where you could never haunt me (it would be just me and the starry graveyard) it sound breathtaking, maybe i should go. (but what if what if what if) i don't think i could forget about you here, but up there? (or down there) i really hope so. (god, i really hope so)
PART FIVE. screw it, tell the stars i'm coming home.
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Şiirwe were kids in the dark | i will be writing about topics such as suicide and death, for your own safety if you get triggered by any of these things please don't read this. I don't want you to be hurt.
