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Oh, we're so brilliant, aren't we? We're so freaking lovely. We're filled with glowing rainbow pride And we're so pretty it's ugly Our self-made wounds throb with beauty And you'll paint your face with hypocrisy We're everything we're believed to be We're saviors and artists and celebrities We're gulping down ego and inhaling pride We're gestating self-worth in our insides We're icons of envy to all of our peers Self-assured by attention attained all these years I'm something you need and something you're not She's almost so hideous that it's something I want But I did say almost (But you did say want) Oh, we're such liars It

Roses are red, Violets are blue Doesn't that line just sound cheesy to you? When I open my card, I hope to find an original, sweet, more creative line. All that you do, is scribble your name at the end of a poem that's genuinely lame! Tut...roses are red, violets are blue Do I look bloody colour blind to you?! You didn't even write it! It came with the card! Poetry isn't exactly hard! Sweetheart, I love you, really I do But I coulnd't care less that violets are blue! Couldn't you have made an effort this time? Coz I'm getting real sick of reading that line! Most girls love romance, well I do for sure! Tu Peut même parler f

Passionless saints tie our lips together and I crush our voice in my hands Lift the nape of your neck and breathe you in, hush (you fill the air). Godless gospels pass through us while the night stumbles gently on You dream in a dark wine sea and I drift helplessly after finding words at midnights to memorise for you only to keep them locked secretly with love on my tongue. You are my love letter curling naked in the heat your spine beautiful and bare as our unlaced feet. Our shadows touch a leaf falls on itself. pink dusk spreads across the sky farewelling the dark storm of your hair across the sleepy pillow. The sound of you breathing e

Your smile used to make me so happy. The only thing that can bring me such pleasure now is your screams. I really didn't want it to end this way. The caverns in my heart that used to love you are so filled with darkness that the blood on the floor and your pathetic pleas make me laugh. It's your fault that I'm like this. Your fault that I'm such a monster. You've ruined me, corrupted my soul. I can't let you go on or the world will be filled with people like me. Your twisted toys. You were everything I had ever wanted. The perfect girl. It's such a shame that you kept so many secrets. I would have loved to hear them in that musical voice o