We knew our words never rhymed in love. But due to our stubbornness, we bought balance in arguments. Feeding lies to our soul as lust spelled love.
Playing with fire into trauma, we dressed our insecurities in weaponized words. Busy undressing blemishes on a guillotine nightstand. Where all our mispronounced words pollute the atmosphere with screams.
Scratching fantasies off our backs. Bloodshot eyes speaking of a universe, hard to paint in words. Drowned in anger flashed as passion evenly scaled.
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