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Come here, let me taste all the things I missed, in you,

The waves licking the beach, your hands in my hair,

The sour lies you whisper in my ears, you promised me they were true,

You hugged the millions of stars that rolled down my cheeks, the sleep I missed as a baby in your lair.

What a shame, I made a mistake.
Didn't you before, the night when you stayed?
I did, but it wasn't until you bit my lip by the lake,
It was when I swore by the Blue Moon, told you how I felt.

Here, let me drown you in my love,
You can call it panic attacks,
Inebriated in my cove,
Let me fill in what you lack.

You handed me the bottle of vodka,
Shimmering against the broken tombstone,
You took the dead flowers by the grave of Opera
Made a crown of withered gladioli, put upon your head and cheekbone.

I think I don't hate you,
Your words kissed me like fire,
The vodka tickled my belly in spew,
I wanted to burn, vodka gave the result desired.

Let me hear the sins in your laughter,
There's something tragic in your smile,
Let me undress you and hate till the morning after,
And suck out the gossip about you, grey in guile.

Do I look pretty as a picture,
Did I make you cry,
No, you look like a masterpiece Michelangelo scripture,
I tainted your palette with colours of July.

Don't look at my scars,
They make me look ghastly,
Why? Let me feel the marks of burnt cigars,
They tell a survival story.

Let me enter your mind and crack your skull,
Let me blow the madness and add the stardust,
Is your mind a dark place and your voice is kind?
Good for you, love and I, both are blind.

Why do you like me? What did you see?
Why do you fall for a whirlwind of glee?
Is it the charm, is it the trance?
Is it the harm, is it the prance?

No, my trouble, it isn't simple as it seems.
I caught all of your realms.
The smile you give to the strangers, the silent tears you cried holding your breath,
The joy you gain when in danger, the chaos you bind with wreath.

It's like falling for the sky, it's like falling for its ever-changing grace,
Tangerine tentacles of the sun in the morning, the multitudes of colours in rain,
The frozen air in a daydream, the silent sapphire night's pain,
The breeze of the reality, the stars tie your hair with a lace.

So you painted me until I bled, the roses between my thighs were red,
So you pushed me until I slept, the strings of innocence between my thighs were dead,
So you hurt me until I spread, the walls of my womanhood were firing upon a thread,
So you kissed me until I wept, the voices of my sanity slowing poisoning me like lead.

Come here, let me taste the stranger I had met in you,

Leaving the door open, heading out with your bed-made hair,

The lies you whispered, spoilt like milk, came true,

You promised me to never love me and I killed the stranger that fell for you, in the lair.
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Cute guy: hey! what are you writing?
My mum: poetry, beta, let him read some of your poems.

After he reads

Cute guy: so, you find serial killers cute...(;¬_¬)

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