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What I need from you
Make my language seem coherent if not plausible,
The only thing worse than the lack of attention is when someone places it in my palms only to be void of purpose
Take a knife and slit my throat if you’re going to kiss me and leave fragments of apologies between
my teeth
Cancel our reservation because the sun decided to sleep in and give way to my dark thoughts
I’d much rather be a poem than your girlfriend if our relationship becomes too brief to hold between
the pages of my journal
Two line poetry cannot feed my soul any longer, aestheticisms cannot be the binding glue between
us
Lend me your broken parts, I have a fetish for mending people
In return ill give you my shoulder, my eyes, my knees, my arms right down to my finger nails
You may hyperventilate into my lungs
You may cry your depression into my eyes
So long as I get to keep mine buried under the mattress of my bed
Don't ask me questions I know you Don’t want the answer to
Don't ask me how I know
Don’t answer when I ask you where else you like to be kissed apart from your lips
Just guide me there, take my hands and mark out the places on your map
I just want to live out my lana del ray song with you
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Hi guys if you're reading I'd appreciate some feedback, any and all criticisms are welcome ♡

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