Your lips burned my skin with poison. Each love
bite you planted onto my skin withered and turned into one of hate. The poison
settled into my veins and slowly made its way to my heart. You destroyed me.
They always say there’s a calm before the storm. You were my calm but you also
turned out to be my storm. One that left me dying on the side of the street.
You always promised me I would see a light as I took my last breath. I see the
light but it’s moving away from me. You’ve always been my light. And you’re
leaving me in the dark. Alone.
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