My Paramour RSS

I'm fourteen.
I write poems in my own blood (figuratively)
I paint portraits with my broken heart's pieces (figuratively)
And you quite literally take my breath away.
Be my paramour?

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Second Chances

You haunt my dreams and intrude my sleep

Tarnish all the good memories I wanted to keep

It wasn’t true that without you my days were dull

‘Cause I needed you just like a bullet in my skull

I trusted you with my heart, my life, my soul

You took them all over, took the control

You defeated the monsters I was so afraid of

And manipulated my feelings so I’d fall in love

What a wonderful actor, what a great charade

What a malicious and evil masquerade

What a thought out trick, what a tremendous plan

What a despicable, hypocritical, wicked man

All theories of a heart beating in your chest

Were all just lies that were smartly dressed

And all the beautiful dreams you and I had thought up

Now seem pointless, misleading, and corrupt

I never offended you, so it’s not my fault

There was no actual trigger for this emotional assault

How many girls have you deluded, deceived?

And how much of their hearts were they able to retrieve?

You took me into your wings, beautiful at the start

Until I realized they were made out of other broken hearts

No matter how much gravity we defied

You let go of me as soon as things went awry

And because of how much I hurt and how much I cried

And how much of my withered soul rot and died

You will be condemned to hell, and you’ll realize why:

There are no second chances when I say goodbye