Bitchcraft is working out so well for you
That when you turn to glance over your shoulder
At the messed you leave behind, the smile
In your deadened eye gleams just like the charm
You threw into the wind, knowing full well
That it would pierce out the eyes of another
As they walked cautiously into your hailstorm
And I find myself pulled towards this maelstrom
Like spineless iron to some oversized magnet
Though the arrows curve inward and point the other way
It's never been easy to juxtapose your inert beauty
With your reckless endangerment of all things
Better left untouched, better left frozen in time
Today is no different, nor will tomorrow sing
Anyone's praises for wilting beneath your glare
That you disguise as a genuinely caring stare
No toolbox to comb through to convey to you the
Immense, unheeded urge I carry on these shoulders
To turn you back around and drive into your soul
That this is a terrible way to deaden what we had
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