did you make me from a piece of yourself?
the way god made eve from adam's rib?
i feel like one of your detached limbs,
rotting without your pulse in me.
is it wrong to say i wish i could die this way?

you threw away all of the letters i wrote you
it would be better to burn because now they still exist
the way we don't, so a story lives on
a story of lies built upon lies.

i thought you were my savior Hey-zues Kree-stow
i believed in your bread and wine
tears streaming from green eyes

my love for you as multiplied as freckles and stars

falling
falling
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for the best for both of us
we dissolved like sugar in coffee
only it didn't make anything sweeter.

now i am only the dust left on your nightstand
and you are in me and in my words
see...
you will live on forever and I
will die during spring cleaning