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when i say i don't care

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flawedfairytale

Published: Jan 10, 2010

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_{it means i never stopped.

because when i fell for you, i
had pavements to break my
bones, and not my heart;
left destroying whilst you
choreographed the molten
tarmac to fall around my
body, and secure me so i
would be eternally
begging at your feet.

yet, when you're missing;
know that there is no one
else who misses you more.
but now my hands have
forgotten to feel, just in the
way your mouth has forgotten
to care, as i watch you
spill the same stained sentences
with smiles not thought for me.

and now; when you're calling,
i'll be staying quiet. and, forgive
me when i embrace you with
crossed arms using eyes which
never meet yours, because i'm
just frightened of feeling the past.
they always said we were the
same, but i've never made myself
cry the way you did me.

i burned all our bridges long ago.}

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_{full title: when i say i don't care, it means i never stopped.

hah, i'm sorry. i just wanted this piece to end, so it kinda trails off badly. i'll edit when i have new thoughts. :]}