My perfect relief.

by Courtney aka TrippMachine   Jun 6, 2012


I fall into your arms,
and leave even quicker,
You only saw my face,
Ignoring my souls silent pleas,
My heart aches at the sight of you,
How can I hate my only love?
I deny your touch,
and spit words like fire,
but I only hurt myself,
Razor to the wrist,
Blood to the floor,
I finally have,
My perfect relief...

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