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Boy King

I cling to every memory
With the frantic desperation
Of a defamed scribe
As he carries his last shrivel of truth
On his back

I won't forget who I am

I replay even the mere echoes of words
Exchanged back when our love was sweet
Marked by bouquets of wildflowers
And boyish smiles
Met at my door with piercing eyes
And a cocky stride
I grew to love
And found safety in
Even when our demons exchanged glares
Poised at each other's throats

I lie alone at night
And mourn two souls encamped
At hell's gates
As if tears could wash away
All that we've become
And all that we'll never be

I've become a cruel mistress
Nothing like the lover I once was
She aches within me
But she's gone
Not quite the girl
That once chased your sorrows away
And hardly the woman you thought I'd be

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you
And the way you don't give in
Letting your arrogance dance upon my tongue
As your body melts into my touch
Like you were made for me

I've broken everything
That I've touched this far
And can't help but blame myself
For driving you to madness
As I search every inch of your face
For a trace of the fighting spirit
That made me love you
And the boy that filled my nights with laughter

I am poison to your heart
Just like I knew I'd be
When all my soul saw
My love, you could have been a king
Written by KittyFromHell
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