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speckle me with your colors,
spackled in your paints and
shackled to your eternal beauty,
you'll always be omnipresent,
no matter how far away
you try to go.
you've got to be quick to
escape the pain that escalates,
every bashing blow, bleeding
out, brushing hands to cheeks
and lips to lips, tongues to
the back of teeth to suppress
the words you just want to
shout out already.
i'll try to be a good person,
but that doesn't make me a
good human, well-to-do, sweet
dreams for sweet bombshells,
i'm only craving to be your
sweetheart when i know
i'm the sourest of tastes to you.
kiss me delicately, don't
break me, pretend to be at least
a little bit fragile for my sake.
catching breaths and breathing
life, living the lies we claimed
to create and created just to
claim each other, savior, i savored
every waking moment together but
you're as much of an angel as you
are a real christian, and a humanist
doesn't need biblical allusions.
i'll try to break away from your
chains, imprisoned in the constant
memory of your face, etched in stone,
stone me if you have to and i'll
throw them if i have them, you were
gorgeous in the moment but you're
just another passerby.
to be indebted to your colors
is no lie on my part, red, blue,
but these violet bags beneath my eyes
and the blackness in your soul
will always be the predecessor
to the pink lines that traced us.
you will always be a photo in a
scrapbook life and i can't tear out
your face no matter how hard i try,
i pity the one who damages an
entire book for one excerpt, it
ruins all the integrity, gritty
and grey, it's still precious.
try going along when your legs
stop moving, i will carry you home
until the sun stops shining or
my back breaks under the constant
possession of your burden.
i don't need someone to save
me.
i just need someone worth saving.
spackled in your paints and
shackled to your eternal beauty,
you'll always be omnipresent,
no matter how far away
you try to go.
you've got to be quick to
escape the pain that escalates,
every bashing blow, bleeding
out, brushing hands to cheeks
and lips to lips, tongues to
the back of teeth to suppress
the words you just want to
shout out already.
i'll try to be a good person,
but that doesn't make me a
good human, well-to-do, sweet
dreams for sweet bombshells,
i'm only craving to be your
sweetheart when i know
i'm the sourest of tastes to you.
kiss me delicately, don't
break me, pretend to be at least
a little bit fragile for my sake.
catching breaths and breathing
life, living the lies we claimed
to create and created just to
claim each other, savior, i savored
every waking moment together but
you're as much of an angel as you
are a real christian, and a humanist
doesn't need biblical allusions.
i'll try to break away from your
chains, imprisoned in the constant
memory of your face, etched in stone,
stone me if you have to and i'll
throw them if i have them, you were
gorgeous in the moment but you're
just another passerby.
to be indebted to your colors
is no lie on my part, red, blue,
but these violet bags beneath my eyes
and the blackness in your soul
will always be the predecessor
to the pink lines that traced us.
you will always be a photo in a
scrapbook life and i can't tear out
your face no matter how hard i try,
i pity the one who damages an
entire book for one excerpt, it
ruins all the integrity, gritty
and grey, it's still precious.
try going along when your legs
stop moving, i will carry you home
until the sun stops shining or
my back breaks under the constant
possession of your burden.
i don't need someone to save
me.
i just need someone worth saving.
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