

heart-shaped moldDripping, my wax body melts through the springs and piddles in my soul like self-release soup. It’s a love swamp, and the marsh has come to stay.heart-shaped mold
wax running, dripping, picking up speed
With every shiver and every shake, the wax in me it excavates. It’s getting hot, I’m losing face
Melting into heaven, pooling and bubbling Warm and thick layers heat and slip Until the heart-shaped mold below is full of me, so when the moment cools and solidifies we can strike a match and ignite what we left behind to eternally burn below


You lost, I wongo to her door and shout this throughYou lost, I won
that I said her friendship is beneath my shoe like an annoying stone caught in the groove her happiness is stuck and wont shine through
shake her hand from me and give her these words that nothing she now says can make me hurt the wounds she created can bleed no more I could care less but this situations a bore I tried over and over to make you see but I tried and I failed is what it seems breaking away left the anger behind but the bitter hurt remained inside what can you do when you’re helping hand is refused on the grounds
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