I'm the scream stuck in your throat
I'm the one who pulls your hair
I'm the thing that keeps you scratching
I'm the knife that cuts your wrists

I'm not trying to be your lover
I want to be the reason why you breathe
I want to be your whole existence
Not just your lover

It's becoming hard to think
With all those echoes in your brain
Maybe you should silence them
Maybe you should ease the pain

I'm not even safe for you to have
You can't take too much of me
'Cause, I'm trying to be your death
Not just your lover...

It keeps pushing until we bleed
And we stay with nothing good
What sustains me is your flesh
And what's killing us is our love

'Cause I'm already everything you are
Love is cruel for making us so weak
You are already everything I am
And now we're just as sick as we can be

All I know is we are lovers
And Death will not come.

Etiquetas: ashtray heart, poetry

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