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We lost us.The butterflies you bore in my stomach you killed.i feel the vomit in my throat you filled.The sun isn't as bright today.The air feels like rain pushing me down, fuck I'm going insane.What happened to my upside down frown?YOu turned my world around.I just want to sink into the ground, like a cup of salt spilled.There's no sound.Spread my lifeless body around.Is the sun out today?Because it feels like night.I lost you, but I can still feel you in my bones,my bones,my bones.
emptyThe execrable stench of those three words spewed out of the destructive crevice that lay on the basement of his face like an acidic vomit,eating up every last bit of sterile oxygen I could inhale. They rose out of his mouth like hot gases chewing at my veins,paralyzing my muscles, as they grew numb.I was nothing but dirt at this moment,polluting the little space where I stood,the little space meant for someone much more lustrous.I couldn't have felt any emptier than this.It wasn't until this moment,that I felt soul less.
Oh saint you are a sinnerI wish you could see you the way I see you.Your world would shake as your knees buckle while your eyes glide up and down the perfect curvature of your back. Your breath would flee out of your stomach, so intimidated by the beauty that lay in front of you.I wish you could hear my thoughts when I get lost in your eyes. Instead of you thinking I travel to your place to run away from life, you would know that I actually go to your eyes to run away from life. You would then travel to the Pacific and the Atlantic the way I do. You would float within my imagination as it swims in the blues and the ceruleans that dance underneath your eyelids. You would take notice to my whole body going limp as all power systems shut down to keep my mind running as I get lost in the rounded darkness of your pupils.You would see the perfect carvings of your cheekbones and aid to the addiction I have to brushing my nose against the thorny bristles on your ragged jo