Eyes that have seen my soul break into a million pieces,
Eyes that have stood staring at reflections for hours upon hours,
Eyes that have pointed out every spot that is not perfect,
Eyes that have seen who you really are.
Lips that have spoken words I do not understand,
Lips that have whispered silent goodbyes in my dreams,
Lips that have bled without leaving a scar,
Lips that have been ripped apart by warm tears.
Hands that have held my head for so long,
Hands that scratch skin to feel again,
Hands that slam against walls, again and again,
Hands that have protected, not enough this time.
Ears that have heard your lies all before,
A mind that has been frozen beyond thought,
Blood that is running too fast to be fixed,
Words that finally have meaning. |
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