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the game of heart.

my love, my art.

if i let you win

we can restart.

before the photographs

of you and me

were burning 

in my palms.

i lit your core

so you could feel it

when it hurts.

and it will spread

and there's no stopping 

my love, my art.

why restart?

in this game of heart

you'll win.

and i will stay vacant.

go to the place where mind is white.

smitten with the half truth's

and the half love

of a has been

living in a past life

like your last "wifey".

remember me

in the cigarette burns

marking up your skin,

i get that fucking deep in.

so you feel it

and remember the pain.

and when it hurts,

i hope it leaves a stain.

i want the truth

to burn holes in your brain.

i want you fucking insane.