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de(com)pression

she tells me oh how she loves me
as legs lay limp around my waist,
but she doesnt know my faults
hiding behind these eyes like a moth under the skin..
i am only a minor diety among (wo)men
there are thousa(no)n(e)ds like me,
but i have already become the itch
and usually im the one hooked on a substance .

i am a traitor trying to burry myself beneath poe(dir)try.

it was fall outside, but your humidity encased my fingers.

that expression was priceless
and the sound of everything wrong
was right for a moment.

i told you that i loved you..
but im afraid i've lied before.
i want a smoke, but
then i would be breaking two promises
. . .

i used you
please,
forgi(ne)ve(r) me.




11/4/10
Written by miss_masturbation (Ava Renei)
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