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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