i heard you screaming from the door about what you'd been looking for and all you found was a heart on the floor what more could you do but pick it up and hang it for display to remind us about the one who got away in body but not by this beating definition what more ammunition could you have than a heart in your hands held down by rubberbands as it struggles to break free from the agony of you and what you came to be the screaming bitch that takes me and breaks me into the jagged pieces that slit me open for the world to see how vulnerable you made me to your mound of unclaimed baggage your savage attempt at love ripped me to shreds and the bed we slept in is just a reminder of the scar tissue i'm helpless to mendBirth sign: Pisces
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