Distort my vision. I can’t bare the sight of my tears. I think about all this I would do for you. So I take my fist and smash it into a mirror. I hate the way I love you. My heart was pierced by a thorn of a black rose from a boy who was never really there. I’ll tare the veins from my chest so I won’t have an easy rest. I’ll look for the dullest knife and carve out what is left of my broken heart. I won’t even bother to sow myself shut. I can’t bare to look at anyone new so I’ll take my eyes and nail them to a board. Maybe then you’ll see that only my eyes belong to you. I’ll find a doctor to crack my ribs and remove my stomach. I’d rather die now then dieing slowly from the sharp pains in my stomach from the slightest reminder of you. My lips only speak of you. I’ll staple my lips shut and maybe you will disappear. Or maybe you will see that I only want my lips to kiss you. I will pour our all the liquid from my body so these rivers will stop flowing from my eyes. I’ll take every hair that will grow on my body and scatter them across the earth. Once I collect all of them once more, that’s when I’ll be able to love someone else. I will stand the pain of swallowing a knife just to show you an ounce of the pain that is constant in my soul. Cut my wrist and black my eyes, from now on I’ll never be rite…
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