electric sky that night of broken glass and did not want to be tender, I wanted to eat and leave you in pieces, tell lies just to hurt, to destroy our dreams, to fly to flush your floor again and feel in control of my life, power over me.
And I looked back and went into your game, because I thought you would not play because I thought those eyes would stop judging me, they would stop calling me a bitch when you stop pretending ...
I stood still, very still, and threw the poisoned dart that hit me squarely to the chest, he waited until duraste playing with me and a lot more than what the two could stand ...
just closed my eyes and I wanted to mourn, just wanted to, because I could not, my eyes could not have been after that night, after that silence that lasted only that night ... Because we could not last more ...
Pure
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