since i let myself care about you
the smile and touch
to be honest i dont see the point
sleeping closer to the blade never helped me sleep
but i want you
in ways i dont know
touching holes in your back trying to be discreet
you can only play so much with fire before you lose control
while i bite back words of not wanting you to leave
these cold nights and lonely mornings softly speak
of how you went on to keep on loving
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