Vermillion

February 20, 2014

you want my heart

you want my head

you want everything

that's been unsaid

you want my thoughts

you want my trust

i give you nothing

sophomoric lust

so sever the stitches

and rip out the pain

smash it up worthless

the hurt won't explain

like young and stupid

as an innocent two

i get so angry

so physical for you

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