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The memory of my love still lingers within my aching bones. Like the sea it swells, creating this deep desire for another's affection. Burning every nerve in it's presence, creating this fire within my soul, allowing it to take hold of every bit of my being, controlling me from within. To compel me towards another's arms despite their impure intentions. This memory of my love cause my heart to lay empty sighing my chest, weighing heavy on my bitter essence. Allowing me to betray myself with the pleasure of the hands of dishonest men. Allowing me to lay waste to this body I call "home."

D

Deep within the chasm you claimed was your love I found nothing but lust. Desire, that's what controls you. Drives you to be nothing more than a man overcome by his lust. Defying the laws of true affection, breaking down the confidence of the women you feed upon. Desire, nothing more, commanded your body to prey upon the cosmic beauty that is a woman. Destroying her with your hungry hands. Demanding that her womanhood be opened for your pleasure, allowing her body to know nothing of the love she truly deserves.

Strong

When I die I want to be buried beneath a great tree so that I may live long and grow strong, even in my passing.

You

My cigarette burns in the reflection of my phone as I look at old messages through watery eyes. How did we ever get like this? How did I become this person?

You, again

I saw you today. You were walking in front of me. I watched the way you walked for a split second. For a small amount of time I wanted to hold you, I wanted to feel your name on my tongue, I wanted to gift you my smile. Instead I looked away, stayed silent, and kept a straight face as you turned the corner.

Time

I am not temporary. I am forever.

Her Darkness

She grabbed the gun and pointed, finger on the trigger. Her hand unwavering as she pulled the trigger on her darkest demons.

Liar

When she asks you to describe me to her, don't lie. Tell her the truth. Tell her how I treated you how you were supposed to be treated. Tell her how I held you for your first time. Tell her how much you craved that feeling, how new it was to you. Tell her how we would laugh and fall asleep in each other's arms. Tell her you messed up and let me go, that you were the one to break my heart and not the other way around. Tell her that you betrayed me and hurt me so badly that it scarred me. Tell her the truth.