Healing

Tue, 05/06/2014 - 13:38 -- Kimmy88

Perfection;
Disease;
Infectious.
Prescription,
Generic?
Lies.
Sugar-coated,
So that you may
Swallow it whole.
Don’t question
And you’re safe.
And whatever you do,
Do not allow for doubt,
Depression,
Or disease.
Oh yes darling,
This is our world,
But you are
My demise.

I hate you,
I hate you,
I love you.
Oops, that slipped.
Loose lips,
Mistakes,
Retakes,
Late night,
Goodnight,
Fuck you,
Love you,
Goddamn
Can’t make up my mind,
Reflection,
Inflection.
A mirrored waltz
With His former self.
Rewind,
Wind down,
Take a minute,
Don’t drown.
Renowned
For the venom
In your words
And on the tip of your tongue,
I’m done.

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