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2003-07-25 @ 12:12 a.m. My restless heart was beating itself to death when you found me, Tattered and torn, Making a bed of dead grass and flowers A cool, dry place to rest in peace Because everything that had frayed my threadbare body Finally became too much And all my colors bled But as i was breathing my final breaths Soft and sweet You found me Your kindness creating a light, a flame, a star Burning with such sincere warmth that, To pull away would be suicide And the nectar you fed me through your sugar drenched kisses, Flooded my veins with verve Who would have known in the next moment i'd be thrown Into a cage with resilent bars of malice Where the only thing i could do was tremble like a late night star Wondering how you could do this to me And in this cage i was forced to watch you seduce others like me Aflame with the same heat you gave me Feeding them the same sugary syrup And as your collection of creatures amplified Your plans became much more clear For you are just a serial kisser And we're just butterfly rejects Colorless, such a mess Just moths that weren't good enough for you to love and cherish (though i swear i would have never eaten holes in anything) So you just accumulate and use those you come across Those who are so badly wounded they didn't give a fuck Desperately wishing for a savior Yet as soon as you got what you wanted You decided our colors weren't vibrant enough And placed us in a jar, Saving maybe for a rainy day (though i swear every day has rained since) Something has got to be done about people like you You can call it what you want, like friends with benefits Or maybe just taking advantage (though i swear i fail to see the benefits or the advantages) But no matter what innocence you claim You're still a vampire Sucking our succulent veins Does it make you feel good, Pinning all your rejects to pages in a book Like you're so fucking triumphant? As good as you once made me feel, Nothing is worth the pain you have cost me And if you're not too busy hunting to hear- I would have rather died that day than have been captured by you. .Past. Entries.
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