Bent out of shape
Perfect demeanor
Disturbed. Agape
You left me in pieces
all over the place
Sculpted life gone
Without a trace
Tortured thoughts
hit rough and hard
We are way better
Far far apart
Why then, why ?
I long for you again
To be broken once more,
doused in pain.
The pull of memories,
Your eyes on me
That tender smile,
for me to see
I scour the crowd
Searching your face
Every line, every sinew
Fanning my craze
I pray for a life
Out of sight
I pray for death
The only respite
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