Digging My Grave

You have won. You have slain me with your love, letting my heart here alone to die.

You stabbed me with your gentle eyes, your kindness, your lies and schemes. Grand future of castles, wooden bridges and eternal bliss.

Your music laced fingers slowly wrapped around my neck as you drained my loving body of air with your fatal kiss.

I am standing here loving you, as you hold a gun to my head waiting, wondering, assuming, planning, being disappointed, shedding tears of blood.

Did you kill me or did I die of excitement? Waiting for the kiss that would never come.

Did you kill me or did I grow old, withering away, waiting for you to return my love.

Did you kill me? When you told me you love me? Or did I kill myself ... the day I let myself love you.

I dug my own grave as I have done my entire life. So I can rest my weary unloved body when they are done picking away my humility. When they are done using my body, when they are done loving me. Alone I shall rest in erternity.

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[Carla]

I so love this. Really brought tears to my eyes and I can relate. I really love this

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