Your words give one last excuse for me to simply,
dissapear.
If I had magic in the tip of my nose,
I'd use it to vanish far away from you.
I had a white heart shaped piece of paper,
and it's tucked somewhere in your hand...
But I can't see it,
and I know, and feel and fear,
that you've crushed it.
I can taste the sweet blood venom,
crawling through the tubes inside my shell,
and I know, and feel and fear,
that you've crushed me.
That the taste of blood is something I know well,
and the feeling of your liquid finger breathed eyes,
feels the same as always, bisecting throgh my head.
I know, and fear and feel.
That you've left me... with a ring banded on my finger
and a promise that is no better than the trashed,
white heart shaped paper.
If I had magic, I would vanish from,
[shame and regret and fear]
this world.
There's a new band and a new promise
in my heart, my heavy lead weighed heart...
Is this worth....
More than last time?
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