THERE'S NOTHING LEFT THAT I HAVEN'T LOST, MY BODY IS STILL BUT INSIDE IT ROTS. ROSES WILL NEVER GROW INSIDE OF THESE RIB CAGES BUT THE THORNS THEY FORM WITH NO ESCAPE.
I AM NOT PRETTY, NOT NEAT, NOR CLEAN, I AM A MESS UNDERNEATH YOUR BED AND THE REST IS LEFT MOSTLY UNSAID. TEARS WILL FALL IN MID SENTENCE YET I'M SUFFOCATING AT SECOND GLANCES. I WILL LEAVE THIS BODY IF IT KILLS ME BECAUSE YOU ARE STUCK IN MY IMAGINATION AND I CANT ERASE THE PAINTING OR FABRICATIONS. EXAGGERATION.
I DONT WANT TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU BUT ITS WHAT I HAVE TO DO AND IF I TAKE MORE THAN JUST ONE PILL I COULD SLEEP FOREVER AND NEVER HAVE TO THINK ABOUT YOU EVER AGAIN.
choke me one more time so I can breathe.
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"CM&CIL"
Poetry"CHOKE ME & CALL IT LOVE" Have you ever loved the wrong person? Do people convince you that wrong person could be the right? Does the wrong person give you bad vibes? Does that wrong person choke you and call it love? Yes? Then read on for more poem...
