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Wednesday, April 18, 2007


It sank in slowly drawing a breath from your lips. Cold lips. Just a little rip here and there, then you’ll be perfect. Just a little fix then everything will work like clockwork. My perfect little masterpiece; my lovely little art.
I lick along your jaw, cleaning away my trace. You’ve lost your bitter taste; something has been replaced with my sweet little angle.
Vacant eyes stare at me from under tear stained eyelashes. You’re beautiful when you can’t respond, when all things that hurt you are never coming again. I love it when you’re calm and quite like this. Don’t worry I’ll stay here with you. Always protect you; nothing will go wrong I promise.
I move closer. Drawing your arm around me, resting my face on your chest. I can just hear it in there. Just barley it beats. I could never break that, could never kill your heart. But you can.
So cold.
“We’ll be together for ever right love?”
“You’ll love me every minute that we’re close right darling.”
“I love you.”
I kiss your lips again. A light blue tinge to perfect alabaster skin.
“Why are you so perfect my love? And to think we almost weren’t together. Forever”
“Goodnight sweetie. Sleep tight.”
It ran so smoothly right on through. One long strike, and then I fell; fell in love with you.
And on the grown I’ll lay. Right beside you with our hearts in hand, and blood all around. You said you’d love me forever, so forever we shall stay, forever young, forever dead.

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