---APOLOGIES FOR LANGUAGE----
I thought you might get something from this. I apologize for the unrefined bluntness of it.
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I have lain too long in this bed that you have built.
Not encircled lovingly, as in a protective caress- but imprisoned.
A thrall. Shielded from higher reason by your walls of empty promise.
Languishing in the thinly vibrant manacles of hope. So fragile, yet so easy to accept without question.
...For why would you mislead a heart? Who would declare such poverty of spirit?
Your lie is given colour by excuse. Your shallow soul demands itself known in every indifference.
You are cold. And perhaps it is my warmth that was the easy, pliable victim to the undead of true feeling.
Your disregard lingers on my palate, prior sweetness decaying as the rose petal strewn haplessly and untended by affectionate kindness. I am left with thorns only.
The fool of me still craves the long remembered, distant echoes of assumed genuinity.
Justice is of course blind. Why must I ask you to die to me? It would be the first decent action you ever performed.
Die to me. Be good enough to not pretend goodness.
Die to me. Do not be false enough to aspire to a glorious end.
You are shame. Die to me, and free me from your existence.
Deprive me of your callousness, your fickle heart, your weak determination, your pretended feeling. You fuck.
I am better than you are, and your admittance of it would be meaningless even if it could be believed. Your face value is as valuable as ash.
Die to me, so that I may live unhindered by your memory. I will look to heaven, while your domain is a glittering, gaudy hell of false pretences and insincerity.
Go and live there, alone.
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