A poem about one-sided love.

It’s all like a broken record that won’t get off the track

And I’m dying as you waiver with the knife ledged in my back

You want it to be silent and so I’ll go without a bang

You kick the stool from under me so lifeless I will hang

You’re lips they plant the gasoline that leads me down death’s lanes

You light a match and crack a smile as I fade into the flames

 

It’s killing me, it’s killing me, the fact I know it’s fake

My tired heart barely beats and my hands begin to shake

I’m drifting further every time I look into your eyes

But you can’t face the facts so you ignore my screams and cries

 

I tell you how I love you but I don’t know why I bother

Your love the hand that holds me down beneath the ice cold water

I breathe you in so slowly and your silent makes me quiver

You brush the hair back from my face as you slowly pull the trigger

  

I wish you would just make it quick

But for that you are too clever

Please just lay me in my bed

And let me sleep forever

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