your words are daggers
a stabbing silence
theres a lot i could wager
but the most inevitable, masochism: sweet violence
what happened to sugar candy?
you holding me, kissing the back of my neck;
everything was just fine and so fucking dandy
but if i didn't do anything,
why wont you look at me ?
those sensitive blue eyes
wont notice mine are endless seas
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