It’s like a tomb in here,
Waiting on your affection,
You’re love,
I’m swollen
With hope and incisions
Your knife like words do that to me.
You give so much
So…
Much
Affection.
You are Per[in]fection
And I bled myself into you,
You filled my bones with the molten fire that eats away at me.
Kiss me
Pressure sealed, plastic wrapped.
I am [your] perfection.
[your mold]
‘Cause I always know
What you can’t live without.
I’m just [not] what you always thought
But so meek
[You know I’d do anything for you]
And I can never say no…
Heaven forbid,
No.
I can smile through anything
[I Hope]
I know I have to learn
In your perfection,
That everyone sees
[That I see through]
Because I know,
That as much as I hate to love you
[and how I hate you sometimes]
Hole in the wall hell
And accusatory screams.
I know,
What I have to do,
[It’ll be worth it, someday…|I hope|]
To make you happy…
[Tomakeyouloveme.]
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