dont look at me that way
your eyes glazing as if they are
burning the back of your skull
dont tell me that you love me
with a bullshit grin on your fake face
dont touch me with your filthy unmannerly hands
or stroke my fragile skin
dont hand me a beautiful delicate black rose
meant for me
that has been corrupted by your touch
dont get your dry cracked hands tangled in y soft silky hair
dont drag your lieing finger tips across my lifeless dreary face
or upon my dead cold lips
or i will come alive and bite you
for you are what killed me yet you make me stronger
but i wish to gain back my strength by vanishing your presence
but the roots of your heart have been tangled with mine and we are now one
for i must speak the truth
when your away its like there is an aching void threatening to swallow me
the touch of your fingertips against my cheek is like the soft kiss of a butterfly's wing
your voice echoes in the chambers of my heart and the force of our passion
makes the very air around us shimmer
your toungue is like a lethal weapon you use against my body
you make my legs collapse and jaw click
i have spent my whole life developing and practicing to be immune to all love
then you came along and breached all my defencess leaveing me
helpless
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