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I listened to his arms speak, I scared myself with the beauty of lies, he's not all the dishonesty you know that sits across from me on th..

Just that, see, alone, at home, sick and without cable or internet, this came out.....

He's not... that discordant surreal Sunday, he's not that memory, he's not these crooked tears and I swear, I promise I'm not...

*sigh*

It was cold then, that Saturday, when his arms let go... there were ten thousand women I would have rather been in that moment, there were thre..

He stopped me, throwing fire to the ground... I could have stepped through him, feet stuck to the remains of February, time ticking, waiting, p..

"This is this, and that is that, and he claimed I was a fairytale but I knew I was only Alice."

I'm not prepared for this, for everything we've been for every day I've settled my lips above the sun... I'm not prepared to stare at the ho..

He is nicotine and alcohol he stains my skin with addictions, my lips are inebriated with his kiss and I falter with words as they stu..

If anyone can make sense of this, excellent for you, but you know....sometimes a woman is nothing but confusing.