Till the death, We did our part

The brain’s been licking on razor blades,

the heart beat to beg

Stop the charade, your little black dress parade

Blood red denial, painted lipstick smile

Bruised green bile

Invisible, scars under skin hide deep within

Shoving glass in nailbeds,

And a jackhammer stitch

In the place where you thought your heart would exist

I do was adieu, love left in lieu

The mistakes we make in I Love You

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