The Final Piece To Our Love.

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The Final Piece To Our Love.
I hope.
I've ran out of metaphors and similes to describe what I'm going through,
Yet you floating in the dark.
Confessions didn't do justice,
The Truth didn't set me free,
I'm still a slave for love,
These chains got a hold on me,
You are my kryptonite,
Loving you will be the death of me.
I'm trying to escape,
I'm praying a little more,
My knees are getting darker.
I'm sleeping less,
The bags under my eyes are darker.

Lost.
Searching...
Can't find.
Still lost.
Your soul...
Can't reach.
Still lost.

See I thought about stopping here,
But your legs aren't getting tired
You still running circles in my mind
Like you at the Olympics.
See I promised to make you laugh when the world wouldn't,
When it felt like hell,
I'm not much of a poet I must admit,
But whenever you linger on my mind,
I can't help but write something about you.
I still think about our first kiss I'm not proud of it,
I'm not proud of it...
Everytime I see you...
I still stare at your lips when you not looking
Just so i can relive that moment.
Blue shelters have become so significant in my life I can't stand watching school kids vandalizing them because it feels like they vandalizing you.
I swear to God the pillow I'm sleeping on today will be soaking wet,
I'm sweating through my eyes,
My heart is bleeding,
It changes frequency with every word I write,
I can't take it anymore,
My mind is playing mind games,
Yes i said it...
I said my mind is playing mind games with itself,
Don't ask me how i can't explain it,
Just like how I can't explain why the fuck I let the devil creep in because I knew I'd lose you,
But the demons I was facing were stronger than me and so i was defeated.
Defeated...
This can't be the final piece I failed...
I lost...

Lost.
Searching...
Can't find.
Still lost.
Your soul...
Can't reach.
Lost.

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