Someone Who "Loved" Me
I drag a blade across my wrist
To replicate the feeling
Of your nails running down my back
.
I place a rope around my neck
To feel your hands
Holding me again
.
I place my hand over a flame
To remember the heat and passion
That i've come to be used for
.
I break my own heart
By giving you my whole body and soul
Just to be used for pleasure, and no love.
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