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Salty wounds, that are splintered with blood, yet so undenyingly beautiful, I stare into the stinging cuts, starved from patience and healing. Everything was so perfect; the perfect way to die, in the place I love, in the arms I adore, and my mind in the right place. What else could be more right?
Though my neck was stinging, and my throat was aching, and my eyes bleeding, I still found everything adoringly gracious. Like starving for the one you love, nothing could be more perfect than a perfect body and perfect eyes.
I couldn't ask for anything more. I love just staring up into those beautiful, yet pleading, gray eyes and knowing you'll miss me, and you knowing that I did this out of the gratitude of love. Your eyes were the salvation, and your smile was the poison that lead me to this disgrace. Your laugh and sweet, musky, addicting, taste was everything but a sweet sedative to put me asleep. My thoughts were raging, and my life was hanging on a whim, my eyes were lazily groggy, and your sweet breath was an obnoxious scent that sent thrills up my spine. All but one thing, was missing. Where will you be when I am gone?
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Though my eyes are tired, and though I am shaking, and though I feel bruised, and although I'm going to leave you, I still want you to know, I love you. I love staring into those gray eyes and seeing your true beauty and seeing your true intentions. I love seeing your smile, and hearing your voice, and messing around with you. I'll never forget it. I loved seeing you dive in, and I loved how I was able to torture you. This is a painful way to say goodbye, but if you're leaving me, then why not? Why not die in your arms to let you know that I'll always, forever, will be yours? It's all so romantic.
Like the way you ignored me, like the way I pleaded, but you were busy, like the way I might've seemed clingy, but could it be, that I was afraid to loose you like everyone else in my life? Like the way I just wanted to kiss you, and feel your arms around me? How ******** romantic, as I gave you my body and let you see everything there was to see in me...
But even as I'm laying, cold, in your hands, I can't be angry. Dead in your hands, laughing like the hysteric I am, hear me out, and [[believe me]], I love you.
Sweet suicide. And sweet death in your hands. can't wait til you ******** move to end this life! Can't wait til I leave like the filth I am. Dying, pleading, missing, I'll forever be yours.
Can't wait til your gone, cuz so will I.
I love you.
 Deceased Poet · Sat Jan 24, 2009 @ 04:11am · 0 Comments |
