sentimental,
temperamental,
absolutely fucking mental.
i'm blowing bubbles with my brain,
smearing chocolate on my pain
picking at scabs of meaningless glances,
i don't even pretend to have all the answers.
chose to love you irrespective
of reality's harsh perspective-
with all the tears i've cried,
it's still gnawing at my side.
and as i drag in the acrid smoke,
i pour the bleach for my heart to soak.
i thought we were twin souls in twin cages,
but even though within me war rages,
yes, i believe in the legends of kings
and i still believe angels have wings.
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