Mystery

I see images of that night over and over again
the way i imagined what things you did with him
it hurts my worst enemy is my own imagination
lead role in a whore movie no scenes only action
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what help is love gonna do when all you know is pain
violence is the only thing associated with your name
i am so sick of being called a ticking time bomb
i just want to blow up and prove you all wrong
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life's a contradiction just like our relationship was
I always listen to you but you swear no one does
what am i to you, besides your emotional zombie
same as you are to me just a question or mystery


This was written a while ago and I was going to clean it up. Yet after reading it again I didn't want to compromise my original emotions from writing it. So it's not the best but it's real.