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Love is lost,
looking on from a
distance.
I hate pretending,
I don’t see you,
ignoring your very existence.But I know its for the best.
All you cause is conflict
bullet words,
no resistance.………………………………….
My armour is my absence.
My sword is my silence.But believe me…
My chain mail cuts into me.
Its made for another’s soul,
and is an ill fit.
My sword, catches me off
guard - so I stab myself now
and then.
Catching the blade on the
scars you have already inflicted.
Posted on February 21, 2012 via with 30 notes
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razielswhisper said:
You transfigure situations into words so flawlessly and beautifully. Each line conveys the emotion behind this piece :)
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shespeaksyvon said:
“My chain mail cuts into me. / It’s made for another’s soul.” <— LOVE that.
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