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Author: Ashes.to.Acid
Fiction Rated: M - English - Romance/Drama - Reviews: 3 - Published: 04-24-06 - Updated: 04-24-06 - id:2161151

Jigsaw
By: Bleached Roses

Note: When being blunt scarcely does him justice..


You say the answers are hidden within the depths of my eyes, but Darling, all that remains are pieces of a broken jigsaw waiting to be put back together -- read between the lines, poetry is more than just scars scratched across paper, emphasizing feeling in ink. You ignore the blood dripping off each broken syllable whispered into your ears, while expecting blunt honesty of the picture left in your hands. I owe no explanation for the lack of words in responce to your endless onslaught of affection:: after all..

Actions
..S p e a k..
LOUDER
than
:: words ::

Your fingertips touch upon all the doubts with the exception of one -- but Love, I am far from heartless. My fears are for more than my benefit, but all females are selfish((/whores)), am I right? These scars are yours for the taking, if you choose to cut the skin on the jagged edges of each piece as you combine me, this puzzle, into your masterpiece. My residence in your heart is more than completion, but smothering, to the flurry of emotions brewing from the core. I am the handcuffs binding you to Hell, the scars upon the wrists which you inflict. Pain is proof of our life, but not something I wish to force upon you.. Ignore this if you will, dismiss it as hollow fear, but truth is::

This is like
Sodom&Gomorrah,
Baby..

The risk of witnessing the
fires of passion
consume
your entire body at the price of my heart
becoming

.. petrified ..

is one I am willing to take

only
for
:: you ::

I turn my back to fall into your arms, but would you pierce the flesh with daggers? Would your eyes avert to the beauty of another angel because death has branded me his? Would you listen to my vows through deafened ears or cringe at the taste of my venom against my lips? Terror looms within the shadows of your past and his red eyes glare intensely at me from afar, and I am afraid.. just take my hand and walk away..

:: but only if you feel the nail wounds are nothing to your bleeding palms.. ::


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