She walked into the sunset leaving me cold,
I wish it had burnt her alive,
The same way she set my heart ablaze
Under this very summer sky.
I'd scatter her ashes into the ocean,
So that no one could find her but me,
And no other soul would ever love her again,
The way it ought to be.
On a hot day I'd visit her grave,
And bury myself in her sea,
Drown in her tears till I die,
So that this time, we may be together for eternity.
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why should I let in him
let him feel me
let him have me
let him use me
why does it hurt,
his lips
his touch
his words
why do the memories hurt,
his image
our image
our future
why does it burn,
the tears
my mind
my heart
why did I let him in,
why was it him.