• girl_with_a_pen_15 7w

    The worse things that happened other than you leaving me,
    Was how much less time we got to spend.
    How I filled my whale body full of love,
    And how you only drank a glass of water out of it,
    Turned around, and walked away;
    I cried as to how much love of mine got wasted.
    Now out there,
    Every single guy reflects a mirror of you.
    Man only seems like hungry lion,
    Waiting to be let in the cage,
    And I am their prey.
    How can I forgive a man made of skin,
    Who shredded another in meat grinder
    For a good feast.
    Love is everything;
    It is everything but also a delusion;
    Butterflies and cinnamon burn,
    It is illusion.
    Love is being lost in a scroching hot desert;
    What I mean is,
    Your body is void;
    Scarred with dents in hopes of being filled with love,
    But you keep circling on these crests and troughs
    Of sand dunes,
    Waiting and waiting and waiting,
    Stumbling across decades of mirages;
    Until you reach an oasis.
    Which of course now your heart is too stubborn
    To think that it is real;
    That it can ever be real anymore,
    Holding love.


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    "How can I forgive a man made of skin,
    Who shredded another in meat grinder
    For a good feast."

    ~Caption~

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