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I can feel something coming
It followed you here
But it's looking for me
Makes no sense to start running
The second I get up
I'm face down on the street
If you could, take a second
Let me look at your face
Give me one last time
"I'm assuming you reckon"
That I'm making this up
That everything's fine
But when it takes you over
And swallows you whole
Tearing you heart from sleeve
You're off looking for cover
You don't even turn back
As it takes over me
Through all the blood and the screaming
You watch from the windows
Of your vacant mind
At least this moment has meaning
Because I got what I wanted
In that "one last time"
It followed you here
But it's looking for me
Makes no sense to start running
The second I get up
I'm face down on the street
If you could, take a second
Let me look at your face
Give me one last time
"I'm assuming you reckon"
That I'm making this up
That everything's fine
But when it takes you over
And swallows you whole
Tearing you heart from sleeve
You're off looking for cover
You don't even turn back
As it takes over me
Through all the blood and the screaming
You watch from the windows
Of your vacant mind
At least this moment has meaning
Because I got what I wanted
In that "one last time"
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Why?
Why do I feel this way?
Like I'm sitting on the peak.
It's all going,
D,
O,
W,
N,
H,
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Story of a Narcissist
When I was little
I was the ruler of my own world
When I played with my Lego
I was a ruthless goddess
a whirling relentless storm
destroying everything
that I so carefully had build up
I pulled the strings of my puppets
made them dance for me
and when I got fed up with them
I threw them aside in a corner
Now that I'm all grown up
I haven't changed a bit
I still destroy
I still pull strings
Only this time it involves real people
I pull the strings of my lovers
I make them dance for me
and when I get bored...
I dismantle their hearts
I am a ruthless goddess
The destroyer of my own world
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nine reasons why you should
nine reasons why you should never love a poet:
one.
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
two.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
three.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haun
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I regretfully admit to stealing lyrics from Alkaline Trio to write ONE LINE in this poem.
Sleepyhead.
Sleepyhead.
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