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Rip it all open, chest, legs, arms, lips,

And let my hand ball into a fist.

But when all is lost, all ripped open,

And all is stolen,

Then there's no more to get.

No more to be fed,

Fed to you,

Fed to your fury,

For all i have is gone.

With my heart, so long,

Long ago, like the second world war.

But like every war,

You also have a new.

Someone's organs, you steal, just a few.

Acting all sweet in the beginning,

Until they figure your love is the shining.

Confusing in the beginning, mad at the end.

As if you wouldn't know how it'd end.

You knew it from the start.

You dreamt about my art.

But not my regular one.

But imaginary images, some,

In which i leave you for nothing.

I have no idea why you threw away our shing,

But i forgive you.

I forgive you.

Forgive you for the mean words,

Forgive you for your flirts

Forgive you for being like....

Angry, fearful, helpless, strong mean and alike.

But all of that at once,

And only in an argument, when you've seen your chance.

All you text me now,

You could've texted when you've been with chow.

With that chow of human flesh.

That human flesh.

You dare to call now someone you dont like and never did.

I forgive you for all of that because i still love you.

But all love needs existence, which is why i had to flee.

Flee from you, the relationship, and the endless discussions about white and black.

I wish you a nice life, love.

But i won't ever see you like in fall...