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Trailing on the very back lines - I know I could run faster but I'm going to stay with you because you're the only thing I care about you're the only reason I'm running this marathon Wheezing for breath even though my pace is gentle and slow; I'm losing my touch because you're in my presence, filling the atmosphere effortlessly and now we're running faster Grab my fragile hand in yours; doesn't matter if they're sweat slicked as long as we're connected when we're running through those gates and we scream for the sake of screaming with joy! And the clouds darken a dull grey we don't care because we're vibrant enough droplet

Breathtaking sunset lined with subtle tangerine melded with magenta and crimson, our heads creating a heart shaped shadow within the first break of the cold February dusk A bruised heart's calling is whining softly, hungry and tired of being mercilessly left alone yet it cannot give in to it's true feelings for that would surely cause catastrophe ... Now the wind ruffles your thick chocolate hair, the last glimmer of the sun highlighting your eyes you possess such jade eyes, like no one else I long to and yet fear staring into them. Atmosphere stiff with romantic tension, and yet I find it strangely comforting. I embrace this no

Forcing myself to pretend for your sake Just grin and laugh even though it aches Giggle when tears were running down my face Can't get myself out of this cold, empty place. My mind has sheltered itself from your touch not like I'd ever possess that kind of luck to dot tender kisses on your swan's neck. Do you realise it's me you try to break? You must intentionally try to hurt me because I've never been so down before I've never been this suicidal for anyone because I never let myself, however now I let the screams run free, and screech, yell for eternity, can you hear my hoarse voice crying your name? It's choking with pure em

I am the kind of person you'll be fascinated by for a brief while, then walk away in pursuit of a new obsession. Tossed around like a doll, I silently let people do this, knowing I'd never get a way out of this anyway. If I can just wait until I'm old enough to run away; to leave the country for good, then I'll be okay. A small part of my tells me this would do no good but I can control it for my freedom's sake. My obsession with one person and one person only leaves me catching my breath in my shock and self loathing. She probably sees me as a cling on friend, always wanting attention, and I suppose I do crave attention. Hers and hers only.

I see them glitter at your encased body Cold light complimenting blinding sadness Do they really love you this much? Or is that just more of the façade Cold blue lips and blazing fire, blending as you are destroyed Oh how they weep for you a heart reached for but misunderstood And now I know they never wanted what I wanted never needed what was my life support machine ... but they still could take you from me so, They must be something I'm not to be loved by you even though they hurt, they broke, they stole, they took every piece of you and me and burned it with your heart. Even the memories of you and me they were taken

I remember the anger, the fiery rage, the passion, calls of my name, but I shut them out, directed by my intense loathing and the fire that consumed me I remember tearing down the curtains I didn't know what I would do next but I did something anyway. I remember scrawling on my skin random lines of definitive destruction, carvings of masochistic glee I remember fraying the edges of the obsidian duvet with a sharp knife, remember sweeping all the items on the desk to the floor, watching them break with pure madness whirling through my mind, as I destroyed anything I ever needed but there was one thing I couldn't ... couldn'

I want you to read my cracked lips, as these tainted words are forced from my kiss bruised mouth and into the air. Three words, uttered so falsely in the heat of a summer in a life of winter. Those kisses don't mean I love you! I know that you may feel betrayed like you spent your last dollar to the treacherous fruit machines, but, Weary of pretending, I have to inform you that a brush of lips, and clasping of hands does not damn mean I love you really!