the trees must be warning you of my lurking presence and youre choosing to ignore it walking as slow as ever the earphones must be screaming at you to run away from my grabbing hands and youre turning a blind eye waiting at the bus stop candid photos opened lockers home address niche interests watchful eyes chocolate inside sneaking in learning them my death is so slow ever painful bleeding at the sight of you with someone else id rip out everyones eyes so theyd never look at you cut holes through their lungs so they cant utter even a breath around you i would rather sleep with your corpse in my armsĀ than watch you breath next to someone else your sweet rotting flesh my perfume your decaying arms my vice your bloated body my home so it must be fate that you arent looking behind you my hands ghosting your shoulders my love flowing from my pores on the bus
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poem on obsessive love :)) and an unreliable narrator :0
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