the torture must end eventually
youre the one they warned me about.
the sunkissed skin and glistening lies
roped me in.
the beauty of your basic words
brought me to life.
your dumbfound expression
made me laugh.
youre a beast of a boy,
the kind that kills
that rips you apart
that steals your soul.
i cant wait to be shed of your touch
of your words
of your mind
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