(I say it all the time, but may I say it again?
I want to be her.)
It's give and take until you've given more than you could ever dream of having.
And every breath I take is carefully guided from my lips, to yours.
I want to be your life support when all else fails.
I'll hook you up to the IV, lay you down on the gurney, and kiss your eyes closed.
Nothing is more/less attractive then helplessness.
It's too bad beauty pageants aren't held in hospital wings.
Robes as dresses, needles as necklaces, and rubber bands to hold up their tresses.
High heels are replaced with cold heels against lime scented tile.
It's much easier to turn and wave without the threat of falling flat on your face.
This morning I cried myself to sleep just to forget about last night.
The way I cleverly crafted myself into every person I have ever hated mixed into one.
The only thing I hate more than liars are hypocrites. Fakes.
What do you have left if not your face?
You can cry wolf all you want, but every time you do, I'm looking straight at you.
This mess was made by two. Not too much alcohol or deception.
This was the result of heads thinking too much. Of hearts loving too fast.
Our bodies are stripped and laid out to rest.
Darling, this is love, not a contest.
But you've challenged every move I made, watched me fall, and shoved it in my face.
Make me out to be the bad guy all you want, because in the end, you and I both know the truth.
Make sure what you're playing with is something you're willing to lose.
I don't need a constant. There's no such thing as love anyway's. Just an occasional fuck should be all I need. You took every last piece of me and promised to change. What's left now? A broken girl swimming in the blue.
I always did enjoy flirting with the monster. The way it tempts me into painful crimson highs, and tiny blue pill downers. Just you, me and my medication. The white ones to function, the orange ones to breathe, and the blue ones to sleep. My Chemical Romance. Ha. I get it now.
He's half way done his job. The one who helps me self destruct. The one who sees every inch of my naked body, areas filled with fresh red scabs, and says nothing at all. No questions asked. I won't tell if he won't tell.
It's funny how I've never felt more alone.
But I know you're watching over me.. It's almost been a year and I still don't know how to function. You always knew what to say. How to make me laugh. The one who made me feel like I was an artist and that I could make it through..
Whenever I see your truck when I'm driving, I always find myself hoping its you in the driver seat. Why did you do it? Why did you get out of that truck and jump?
Now you're laying cold in the ground with me wishing I had your help.
Come back to me.
You were the only one who ever understood me.
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