Why is it

Whenever I close my eyes

Your image invades my mind

Though you’d be surprised,

Probably thinking all are good

But finding out the

Sick, twisted images

That play when my eyes shut

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I see my hands

Swallowing your throat

And feel the soft flesh

Struggling beneath my bleeding fingertips

As I take your breath away

After having horrid images

Of you whispering love messages

Into another’s ear, caressing HER

When only yesterday, those words

Those words, those touches,

You claimed were mine alone

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So why is it

Whenever I close my eyes

Salty tears make raw paths

Across scarring flesh

Because of these

Sick, twisted images

Playing with my mind

Driving me over the edge

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I should hate you

Be over you

But I can’t escape you

Or the love you pretend to feel

And the pain I’m harboring inside

Of the rejection of my heart