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Promises, promises fall from your lips, like a monologue you've memorized from some scripts, knowing how a heart can break
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
I can't give you more of nothing left in me. I can't pour from a cup that has nothing left in it. You want from this world more than I could ever give you.
Pieces and pieces of ecstasy is a drug, oxytocin surging through the veins, only brought on by the pleasure of sins. Looking for any new fix that can bring on the same zing,
A perfect world would've been us finding each other in the end, not living in a space filled with maybe's, never's, or unknown,
A heart on a platter to be added to, but it is taken apart piece by piece leaving behind bare remnants. A soul bared open for all to see,
My version of healing begins with not being consumed by those no longer within the chapters of my life, my heart strings reattaching itself,
I will take my mind out of reality and bring it to peace. Shut off every insignificant reminder, turn the world on silent
We need to move forward with life now. I will not sacrifice my heart to save you from your own mind. Let our love be the tale
I talked to my therapist about you how it all went down and how it all went wrong. The promises you made to someone so vulnerable,
Our love could have been more than a book; a true story rather than a work of fiction for the world to enjoy, but not me.
We could have been more had I been the one to admit the blame at all. Eternity seemed endless, and I will take my pain to my pen and my
My fears used to result in tears. Knowing that every room I walked through I was never safe and destined to be abused. Every cry for help,
