you left me in pieces
and i remembered you in a collage
you cursed our meeting
and i checked upon your heart
you stabbed my back, left me bleeding
and i asked you, will this heal your scars?

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and now i want to tell you
that the days don’t glitter my eyes
life doesn’t feel like it’s alive
all i see is myself floating through the stages of life
my eyes just stutter, the heart doesn’t smile
my season of loving was only with you
my desire of feeling was only with you
the windows now seem broken
and i now have no ounce of life left
to staple my wounded life
with the idea of you ever being mine

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These horrors called nights,
ask me the reason I stay so close
to the destruction of the isle
not knowing the notes of reality,
where once a man was stabbed through words
and lost his reason for belonging,
his soul… his life.

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and now the days end
when i bleed
the suffering mends
when i pretend to sleep
there is nothing left to stay
there is no heart, but only pain
words left just to sink, promises to be blamed
you told me you were my cure
you told me we were together undeniably pure
but now I dont see the shining light
i search for my sweetheart, but she never arrives
so is this the part
you care to explain
is this the part
you finally claim
it was your mistake

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i can write you in  hundred ways
sketch your beauty in museums
in a way even colours can't grade
but every memory that i drive
every image that glitters my eyes
reminds me of your betrayal
the curse of not having you
and you know what's worse than a wound?
a love that stayed just long enough to scar
darling you haunt me at nights
your whispers scare my life...

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at what point have i arrived
where my heart beats like its about to die
all those days weren't supposed to take me here
where all i strive to know is
how not to cry
you still travel through my veins
although my skin knows
you were my life's sweetest poison

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you saw my story
but not my heart
as if it was not breathing
but a cup made of glass

i see you say nothing ever mattered
was it really this easy?

were all those nights a mirage
where we talked life
and you asked for comfort
in a world filled with pain and no heart

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and when does life really begins to die
when new wounds feel like treasured accomplishments
or when the sky feels a little too bright
i have had my moments but now all of them seem vacant
the memories they look shy
little do they know there existence depended on a single person's smile
and now here i am breathing through the oceans of suffering
looking for a port, dying to be saved alive
there are no seasons left in this story
my soul needs a hand ,to keep so tight
but my heart now just seems too fragile to fight

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had there been a way of living without you
i would have never stopped you
from going away
darling you were my painting
my space of pray
my art that just sold
false promises
of being inalienable
and a fairytale

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this has been my very state
from the very moment you left
the sun was never my friend
but your presence lightened up my soul
i have spend more than half of my life
drowning in the rain, as if getting wet would set me free
now everything that made me felt alive just haunts my soul
i force myself to hang around my ink
hoping that one day the universe would find me
and just liberate my soul
losing you was not a curse
losing you was a truth i just couldn't have afforded

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