Every night he takes you apart bone by bone,
muscle by muscle,
organ by organ;
he always promises to put you back together when hes done,
but everyone can tell that youre still,
so,
shattered.
He has his own method, his own style, his own flaws
No one knows how to fix him, either
Doctors are baffled at the boy who stands in front of them;
Medical mystery, medical marvel, medical disaster?
They cant seem to find the right word for what he is anymore.
Maybe hes taking his pain out on you, maybe he wishes he could figure out
Why he can take you apart and put you back together like it never happened,
And wonders why he cant diagnose himself, putting it all back into place.
His bones are on the floor,
His muscle hangs from
every corner of his room
And his organs are strewn
over his bed like dirty clothes
But his heart still beats, and it still skips, and it still loves.
It loves to see the way you work, the way you breath,
And the loves the way it sees you living, for him
Only for him, only for you.
Hes only here for one reason,
Its always going to be you.
I dont want to remember anyone else.














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I KISSED A MUDKIP AND I LIEKED IT!
Proud to be SHA GOJYO of ~rp-ikkou; accept no substitutes! I write TL;DR poetry and the occasional story. My drawing ability...needs work.
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I need you to keep it together, so I can fall a p a r t.
i am not lying when i say:
this is amazing in every way possible.
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I need you to keep it together, so I can fall a p a r t.
i can't even pick a part that i like best.
it's all beautiful.
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you were the fire in my eyes,
but i wanted to put you out.
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I need you to keep it together, so I can fall a p a r t.
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