Cemetery
if you love me let me go
your words: an axe to my throat
blood is fucking everywhere
you ripped it out of me
what happened to forever
all those fucking promises
that didn’t mean anything
if you love me let me go
your words: my note
written in the ink you spilled
out of my veins
if you love me let me go
your words: your regret
written in the eulogy
you ripped from your chest
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