your skin once starred down the sun,
each failings i respond, this can't ever turn your head,
a desperate jealousy keeps me undone,
bound to your boredom, you will never forget.
the things i abuse, the things that could be the dreams you reject,
a magnificent gravestone stood proud at your door,
ways not to apologize, and ask you to mend all the pieces,
and this is why they let you love them.
a shard of plaster peeled back as your mother held you back,
take out your windows, waste not the things you regret,
wont tear you apart like the way you taught me to,
how good you must feel to be worse off being free.
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