Wednesday, July 14, 2010


i know you won't swallow your pride
your pride is like razors
stabbed me in the heart on more than one occasion
you can still see my scars
scars in such an intricate pattern
to make sure i will never forget the impact you had
if those scars weren't so beautiful,
i'd hate your existence
they tell a story
of incense and cigarettes and paint fumes and lipstick
the most color that has ever been in my world
and it faded back to black and white
but i love gray
gray is familiar
gray is convenient
gray is comfortable
but it was you all along
giving me life and killing me at the same time
you're detrimental to my survival
you're detrimental to my demise.

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