Nothing is more dangerous than desire when it’s wrong
Play dead
To save myself
From you
Handsome devil, you
You
Who
killed me first
Inside
my head and heart
And My love
You tortured
Fucked with enough to ruin
But kept just enough alive to still keep
To have around for
whenever you damn well please
When you want or when you need me
But Only For helping you
And Never for the love of me
And when you don’t want or need me
You push me out
And down
And away
….
…Just enough…
But really not much of anything
anything that’s really real
And you are really not much of that
Or much to love now
I think I’ve reached that point
Where Giving up and going on
Are both the same dead-end to me
Play dead
For only you
And your Dead love
Will end
I hurt so completely, all I could do was laugh
-kyoko cole 2014
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