Mirror mirror, on the wall, pray tell me,
who is the most self-hating one of them all?
The fairies of decadence dancing,
within a shrouded world of love songs ending -
or the turtle dove with a broken bond,
aching in emptiness, all alone?
O my love, all torn to shreds,
how did it come to this?
How did we come to this?
I can still faintly taste your lips in echoes,
even after a forever of goodbyes.
And it hurts when I wake up in the morning,
without your slender arms around me.
Every ghost of your evanescent touches,
wakes up the sadness within me.
O my love, I wish we could go back
to making love under a crimson sunset:
How did we come to this?
Making love to someone who hates themselves
is a dangerous method to survive, and I...
I can feel my heart beating where your hands
were once rooted - and with every pounding bruise,
I wish the emptiness would stop aching
in the bleeding wounds on my soul.
O my love, things will never improve.
I'm not worth anything without you.
O my love, my beautiful love,
How did we come to this?
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Saffie's Number Game. Prompts:
A dangerous method
inside the hidden world
crimson sunset
things will never improve
turtle doves
