pelafina

Poison words anymore
Part by part
I let them eat me
Is this for the ring?
Or is it about loyalty

Each time he bangs around
I wait I repair
Each time the hands have bled
I've given time

But these harlots
And their signature tresses
They poke holes in my paitence
I want to send them my thoughts
I want to beat them up

Moments of youthful experance
Somehow hold stonger with absence
And bad relationships transformed
Into the ones that got away.
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