Blow off smoke from your lips,
Feel the taste of the pain burning down your throat,
Feel the constriction of your lungs,
It tastes like guilt,
It tastes of all the foul things you do,
But you can't stop,
You are a slave,
Slave for the beauty,
She had you bound to her,
Is it more of cupid kind of love or is it,
More of stupid love.
You wish to forget,
But even the night won't let you,
How could you forget her?
How could you?
While instincts always had you following her,
But she was safe,
She didn't know that though,
She knew you left her.
Her tears had your heart breaking,
But the acidic taste remained in your lips,
You wished to hold her,
Her Diary was all about you,
You were just a figment in her writing,
Materialising infront of her would be too much.
She though she was going insane,
The therapists didn't help her,
But how would you tell her,
Everything was real,
Not her imagination.
She sat down on her bed,
But you noticed her bleeding hands,
She was writing,
You couldn't watch her,
But you couldn't help her either,
Nothing hurt you more,
Than watch life drain from her eyes.
Sparkled shiny diamond,
Clothes barely covering,
Reflected something hazy,
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