PAINT-BLOTTED STRAIGHT JACKET
I emerged among one of his many sins.
He was just one among the million temptations I gave in to.
I took a little piece among the million broken remnants of what love has torn apart
and wounded myself with it.
Whilst he took a little piece among one of his million broken promises,
and wounded as I've already been, he wounded me with it the same.
But it was a sweet pain.
In fact, the sweetest pain.
An insanity-triggering ecstasy.
The most poignant bliss.
And I'll take it all in.
And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else
And I wouldn't wanna know anything else.
And I wouldn't wanna be with anyone else.
For in my crazy world,
I know nothing else matters.
Insane, I remain.
May your skillful arms be my straitjacket?
With your paint-blotted arms,
Hold me, til I shatter.
Lock me, until I fade.
-i made dz 4 u...
too bad u don't know hu u r.
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