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Love, London

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Dear Riot,

It was your precarious posture that threw me:
You both sat and stood so dangerously.
Even as I swore to myself I'd realign those hips,
Your heart promised your hands you'd mangle me.

    [we  D E F A C E D  the Baldwin in my mother's house, lifting priceless keys with dirt-laced nails, re-carving those seven ivories, into things like thrift-store love.]


I sliced through ancient scars to resurrect my mob-mentality,
To purge my 'kingdom' of your peach-sweet tyranny.
My self-destruction leaves you pleading the fifth and toasting unaffectedness.
Don't let your facade fool you, darling.

You never minded that I'd always been a few Sunday Mornings short of tangible.
Ah, but I thought you did, and who knew you better?
If I am a liar it's because I had to lie to keep a person I didn't love around.
I've been lying to her all my life.

The sweatshirt isn't broken, it just has two zippers.
I just thought maybe you'd want to know.
One way streets are two way streets for the suicidal.
Keep your eyes open this time.
hawthorne heights-life on standby
"Wake up, now it's over, just tell me it's ok to die"
© 2010 - 2024 londonrey
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PeanutButterLegs's avatar
"Your heart promised your hands you'd mangle me," is a gorgeous line. Heck, most of these are gorgeous lines. I'm just jealous I didn't think of them first. XD