She
keeps floating around,
Drifting
between person to person.
Thrown
around like a cheap plastic doll than a human.
She’s
cut her hair.
I
guess that’s how she transforms…
Evolving
from a girl who dreamt of love
Into
someone who is okay with not having it.
She
hides to avoid the pain of falling out of it.
Everyone
she’s touch wilted and burned in her hands,
Driving
them insane before her eyes.
She’s
a disease.
A
scourge…
A
virus.
Get
a load of this monster.
I’m
haunted by the wraiths of my past.
Watching
them swirl around me,
My
lungs filling with water as I drown.
Being
held under the water for my crimes.
Everyone
I love I burn.
My
existence to them is a scourge.
It
drains them into someone they never thought they wanted to be.
Obsession.
I
drive people to obsession.
I
drive them away into monsters of their own…
And
then I let them go.
“Some
thoughts are better left unsaid.”
“Some
people are better left unloved.”
Everyone
I’ve touched burns in my hands.
I’m
the snake in the garden of Eden.
I’m
the black plague.
I’m
the monster in the rose garden.
I
deserve to be alone.
I
should stay that way.
It’s
as if god is punishing me.
Everyone
I touch go someone I can’t reach,
And
now it’s time for them to heal
Because
I stepped in.
I’ll
cut my hair.
I’ll
abandon who I was before.
Sometimes
I wish I can go back to the days,
When
it was just me and you in the garden.
When
it was us against the world…
I
wish I can rewind time;
and
I chose you over the world.
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