Get out of my head
I don’t love you anymore
You’re with someone else
I’m an arsenic apple core
You flicker through my thoughts
Of desire and jealousy
Haunt my nights like a ghost
Howling insecurity.
I’m still stuck in a world
That never was.
A sweet young dream,
A suffocated love.
So many memories
Congealed by age
Time passes quickly
‘Neath November skies
Still nothing really changes
And everybody lies
The sky is slowly weeping
Tears of blood for the land
As time has unfolded
You could never understand
The worst wounds we can receive
Are dealt by our own hands.
–Jack Blare
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