Love is daggers dangling off the roof of your mouth.
My heart is barren and bloody.
I folded up my soul last night,
stuffed it into an envelope mailed it to you.
Scorn is best served cold.
I’ll send my hate express mail.
Remember when my eyes smiled?
I do.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t afraid of the words of a beautiful man.
Someone reclaim my joy.
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