Painted my heart, with your, love…
It looked, blue, purple, then, black (kinda like the shades of the shiners you'd left on my eyes? Or those, markings on my arms, thighs, stomach, wherever it is the clothes, covered me, up???).
Painted my heart, and I can't, control it, I'm still, too, entangled into you, couldn't, break free from my own, self, the fatal attraction toward you grows stronger, every second we're, apart, but I KNOW (in my mind!), that you're, NOT what's, good, for me!
what that, looked, like...illustration from online
Painted my heart, that's, what you'd, done, you'd, scarred it up, cut it open, while I was, still, lucid (you didn't even BOTHER to put me under anesthesia!)…Painted my heart, and, there's, NO way back, and now, I'd, ripped my heart out, because, your shades, well, they'd, not fitted me perfectly (you know how perfectionistic I am!), and so, I'd rather have what's absolutely PERFECT, or, NOTHING at all.
So yeah, I'd, RIPPED my heart that you'd, painted with your, shades of lies, out, and although, the hollow in my ribcage still, ached (the phantom limbs, I suppose???), I no longer feel anything, pitter-pattering, when I, placed my hand on my, chest anymore!
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