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Author: Stella Grimshaw.
Fiction Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Romance - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-25-08 - Updated: 11-25-08 - Complete - id:2600716

My blood is clearing from the over the limit 0.08%

But I wish I could kiss only the bottle

While it’s drowning out the black and white pictures

So the old memories are feathering at the edges

Burning them all like every bridge I’ve crossed

And I’d say it didn’t work out because star crossed lovers never do

But my lies are burning more than my heartburn lately

And our seams were far too seamless to cross in any other way

Rather than x’s and o’s

Call me Liar


And my vertebrae are buckling from the weight

Of your world on my shoulders

As you still bury me in your sorrows

Inch after Inch Foot after Foot

Until my oxygen levels send my heartbeat to a stand still

And you still keep digging and speaking

Of painful endeavors that are easily avoided if only

You would open your eyes every time I say

I’m sorry

So I take another drink

Even this medication doesn’t suffice anymore

Call me Weak


But I see you and her whispering the painful Iloveyous

From the corner of my eyes

And I can see I don’t dance in your irises circlets anymore

But rather I am the bad memory you drink away every night

While she kisses you on your tarnished cheeks

Telling you she’ll make the bad dreams go away

While I still smoke cigarettes in the catacombs of your mind

Call me Lowly


So please just erase me and I can erase myself

Brush me off like the annoying dandruff I am

So Atlas can finally remove you as her world

Off of her shoulders

And the bruises and nightmares still linger

Where your bone crushing grips lay

And the morphine’s wearing off

Call me Pain


The cancer is still on my skin and lips

And I can feel it growing, building, living, breathing

Taking up more of my life than I am

So call me cancer and unattractive things

Call me No Name or Non existent


But please I would hate for you to call me

By my real name

When it stopped being mine

The day you took it as your own


So call me jealous, call me greed, call me envy, call me need

Call me anything, but please don’t

Call me, me.



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