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My Fading Obsession

Oversized. Overdone. Overwhelmed. Overboard.
(I’m never going to be good enough for you, am I?)

As intimate as a whisper
Finally, alone with you
Tell me you’re all I need
And I’ll (always) (come crawling) back

Staring blank
Into unforgiving mirrors
Eyelined and hairspray overdosed
Now every inch exposed before you



I am a fool.
But at least I’m your fool

At least I'm your whore



Promise me the world.
Happiness? Yes
Love? Yes
Acceptance? Yes
Can you promise me it won’t hurt anymore?
(Should it hurt to love you?)

Their fake smiles and sharp corners
I can (1)count (2) (3)her (4)broken(5)... (5.5) frame (7?)
‘Perfection,’ ....your sickly smile
Yes. Of course

But perfection. Makes me. Unwell?

Bathroom floor points me towards my digital demon
‘Failure!’ it scoffs
Now your grip on my throat
Brings tears from everywhere
Chocking on my sins
Forgive me, my love

Forgive me

Rinse out my mouth
So they won’t know I’ve been with you
                  You make me into
                                  A  liar    (8)

‘The world will never understand’, you sigh
Yes. Of course
They don’t know
that I can’t leave you...

Hold my hand, my love

I feel

strange



Mould me
Make me fade

Too whiney?

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  • xxBloodyKissesx
    October 24

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    I love this!!!!
    I really do
    Your choice of words is amazing
    And the way you put it together was phenomenal
    Great write!!!!

  • MontanaAshli
    October 14

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    Too whiney??? No!!!

    Its great! Not whiney at all. Are the numbers for your revision? I was slightly confused by them. But in any case, you did a fantastic job.

    • IxAMxUNICORN
      October 14
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      Thank you.
      The numbers begin in the phrase 'I can count her bones'
      Numbers... counting...
      Perhaps I could have made it a bit more clear.