Spilled Poison
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When I come into your life, I want to come off real.
I want to come like the storm that I am,
welcome you in with some thunder, let you make chaos with me.
I promise it will be lovely, like the waves hitting the shore,
with some violence and beauty, with some sadness at departure.
I promise it will hurt, the chaos will hurt, and at times you'd think I'm mad,
But aren't we all a little masochist inside?
I'll be spilling my poison on the blank of some pages,
making the nothing become a something,
making the poison become the remedy.
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