He woke me with his stare,
but to speak I didn't dare.
The sky was falling
as his voice kept stalling:
"The air's too thin.
and the world's caving in.
Love is affliction,
a very fine fiction."
So on he went,
never really bent
on any true direction,
always looking for affection
just to dump it in a graveyard
or leave it burnt or scarred.
Intertwined in love's lacy fingers,
where the scent of sex lingers,
his traces can be found,
but he never sticks around.
Just a ghost with a voice.
His solace is his choice.
His misery is lonesome
like his cold sheets have become.
And all the ones who "got away"
from the boy with miles who wouldn't stay
are tucked beneath their lover's chins
where now their stories can begin.
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Living well is the best revenge.
“I know you don’t think you did me wrong and I can’t stay this mad for long. Keeping ahold of what you just let go. You’re just somebody that I used to know.” - Elliott Smith Somebody That I Used To Know
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