You are the hand, carelessly cruel, ripping the knife through my skin

The only girl who brings me flowers (but this time you are the thorns)

Blood drips from heartwounds, crimson like roses, spelling your name

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You are the sun, achingly brilliant, that keeps me in orbit

Hope like a phoenix, dies in flames, reborn to burn again

Thoughts curve towards you, towards pain and confusion, around one word

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