Warning for slightly violent tones and a somewhat NSFW part (not really) :)
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When all that love you gave,
Gets thrown back at your face.
When all that trust you gave,
Is shattered like a vase.
Crash. Burn. Break.
Don't think I can't see you eyeing those pictures.
See us smiling from a time long gone.
Come on, coward.
Come on, smash them on my head.
Make me bleed.
No amount of broken tables can fix us now,
No amount of wears, no amount of tears, can calm our rage.
Why do we keep pulling curtains we can't draw?
Why do we keep locking doors and bolting windows?
And then you drag me down.
And my hair from my face you comb.
And then your hands, they roam.
And you do it all with a frown.
Might as well break the bed too.
Every morning after is the same;
Pick up the glass shards,
Wipe the blood from the floor.
How long will we keep doing this for?
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hugest thanks to Carter for helping me put this piece together <3
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