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“I didn’t tell you to love me” the voice echoed across the bleach walls. It couldn’t stop the echo of the dreaded words-
“I didn’t tell you to love me” those words brought the cold realization back that not all where meant for love. It’s not a fairytale; love hurts like a bitch that stabs a knife into your flesh seeing if you feel. Love trickles down your spine with electric currents burning within the wanting the warm flesh on flesh, but the bitter sweet razor that flows smoothly across skin bring back the dreaded words-
“I didn’t tell you to love me” it happens just as quickly as love can come, love is a tricky mistress. Dancing with many making them drink her sweet nectar, it’s intoxicating, toxic but wanted a needle full of sweet poison that leaks within your veins killing you with a smile on, bring the raw emotions that fill you senses. But then she leaves making those who were infected wanting more, some get over others die wanting more…the greedy sins of men. Love plays ticks with many messing with sanity and bending reality to her will, for she is the Goddess of Truth and Lies, as well as the cold Reality that mixes lovers into believing the sorrow fantasies are true.
“The truth hurts” oh how those words are true, how horde it is when that which comes to us face to face makes us flinch back with hurt and distain. Not wanting to hear the words, not wanting to face reality. Love can do all of this….by putting a hint of lust within her mixer when she gives two lovers a taste making them want more until her mixer…is gone…
“There is someone for everyone, somewhere out there, there is someone there for you to love and truly be happy with” the person who said this…who told there children, who held a loved one who was in tears, who had a glimpse of the cold Reality….lied. Not all were meant for love for the dread words come again and again as cool crimson mixing with bright clearness, tainting the purity making it…more true….-
“I didn’t tell you to love me” for those dreaded words echo the bleach walls…..It wouldn’t stop…for those dreaded words brought the truth…to those who are willing to see.
Loneliness….shreds tears for those who have…tasted the wonderfully horrid fluid…Love.
“I didn’t tell you to love me” those words brought the cold realization back that not all where meant for love. It’s not a fairytale; love hurts like a bitch that stabs a knife into your flesh seeing if you feel. Love trickles down your spine with electric currents burning within the wanting the warm flesh on flesh, but the bitter sweet razor that flows smoothly across skin bring back the dreaded words-
“I didn’t tell you to love me” it happens just as quickly as love can come, love is a tricky mistress. Dancing with many making them drink her sweet nectar, it’s intoxicating, toxic but wanted a needle full of sweet poison that leaks within your veins killing you with a smile on, bring the raw emotions that fill you senses. But then she leaves making those who were infected wanting more, some get over others die wanting more…the greedy sins of men. Love plays ticks with many messing with sanity and bending reality to her will, for she is the Goddess of Truth and Lies, as well as the cold Reality that mixes lovers into believing the sorrow fantasies are true.
“The truth hurts” oh how those words are true, how horde it is when that which comes to us face to face makes us flinch back with hurt and distain. Not wanting to hear the words, not wanting to face reality. Love can do all of this….by putting a hint of lust within her mixer when she gives two lovers a taste making them want more until her mixer…is gone…
“There is someone for everyone, somewhere out there, there is someone there for you to love and truly be happy with” the person who said this…who told there children, who held a loved one who was in tears, who had a glimpse of the cold Reality….lied. Not all were meant for love for the dread words come again and again as cool crimson mixing with bright clearness, tainting the purity making it…more true….-
“I didn’t tell you to love me” for those dreaded words echo the bleach walls…..It wouldn’t stop…for those dreaded words brought the truth…to those who are willing to see.
Loneliness….shreds tears for those who have…tasted the wonderfully horrid fluid…Love.
*shrugs* re-posting this because SOMEONE *glares at Ian* deleted it
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