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Wildfire LoveIt creeps so slowly, just like wildfire.
Slowly it takes over your heart and soul.
The pain of it is unbearable, at the least.
It comes into your life unexpectedly,
Don't even try to be a little cautious of its ways.
It takes over your body next.
Makes you do things you wouldn't do,
By things you wouldn't normally buy.
And when its all over,
It cripples you.
Leaves you unable to even breath.
You lose your interest in things you loved before.
And the twisted thing is,
you miss the feelings it made you have.
You felt accepted, loved and warm.
Now, all your left with is sad and cold.
It's touch has made you crave it.
Like a longing in your soul.
You want it back so bad.
So please tell me why,
If it's called love,
Why does it hurt so bad?
You ask for it, Right?Your mouth is like a fist
It doesn't hurt on the outside,
But on the inside I'm dying.
My heart has such a high wall around it,
Who would ever think to get in?
You pierced my heart to many times.
If only you'd listened to me when I cried.
If only you'd listened to my pleas.
They say that home is where the heart is.
But I have no home,
And I have no heart.
So what's left?
A hollowed out soul of a girl,
Just looking for a way back.
You know she thinks she's ugly.
Damaged and no good.
Why would she think this, you wonder.
Its all you shoved in her head.
She wishes for another life.
But, after all .
Its her fault why she's hurt.
Only fools let themselves get hurt!
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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