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Piece by piece,
He unraveled my inner peace.
And all of these viscous, sharp words I hold in,
Cut at my soul instead of his.
He cast me as the queen,
Of his messed up fantasy.
I want the passion,
Man who can talk to me & really see,
Lately the apathy has been killing me.
The fiery rage spread through my veins,
It feels like if I touched him I could set him aflame.
You love me,
This is true.
But where do I come in with,
The habits, routines & addictions that you’re attached to?
I am the kindest kind of crazy,
My emotions eat me alive.
And my throat burned from all the fire,
I was too tender to speak.
I get discouraged because he doesn’t understand me,
But he says I am everything, then how could he?
Trying to connect with stone,
Doesn’t he want…
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