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intricate hand written letters never sentsitting in boxes on imaginary shelvesstuffed full of poetic confessionsdisguised as lessonsletters and wordsdripping, spillinglike blood and honeyas it flows from wounds and lipscollected crumpled pages piling dust on top of regretI have written novels on just how lost I’ve feltfull of inquiries I’ll never dare to drop my walls
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hunt me capture me own me but still if you will keep me wild please the blood & the bones
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I will slit your throat then mourn your death the killer and the damned the fallen with knife in hand enemy of self destroyer of love the blood & the bones
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the grip of the gun brings you a feeling far greater than the grip of me and yet you still reach for me and pretend I and here is where you live but I know that this in between is merely just a place where you sleep the blood & the bones
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A bull in life’s china shop Destroying love Destroying hope Breaking the fragile and and myself All at once the blood & the bones
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and as it sits, ever more on the tip of my tongue I refuse to speak it, to utter the name of the one who took life from me yet left me breathing I won’t say it for fear I might speak it and lose all thats left of this even pain can be held
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a black heartdressed in mourninggrieving the deathof unrequited lovebut will you tell mepleasehow do I bury an empty coffin?how do I lay to rest what never was? the blood& the bones
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was it not enough that you stained my lipsthat your touch was tattooed on my skinforever marking medid you have to drill yourselfinto my fucking bonesand sink into my marrowruining the very makeup of who I ambecoming so much of my existencethat I am not sure where you end and I beginstill I pleadlet me
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I loved him while he loved you we made the best of it as liars often do the blood & the bones
The Blood & The Bones 