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Molded Mess

sometimes people are better off apart...

You're like the jack to my coke
Jelly to my peanut butter
Mint to chocolate
Everything that flows together

But you'll never be my sunshine
Nor the refreshing rains
Cooling my skin on hot days
Just the reminder of pain

My shadow in bright rooms
Never a light in darkness
Faded flowers in vases
Dead, dried up secrets

How can we fit so perfectly
Yet kill everything within us
Torturous daydreams
That bind us in nightmares

It's not fair to love a bastard
Who only cares for his needs
Forgetting about promises
For he doesn't love me

A cold vicious liar
Who fulfills his own lusts
Killing my smiles
Tearing away my trust

I trusted in fairy tales
Happily ever afters
Now I see reality
No longer believing in magic

Yet we seemed to have molded
Into a perfect union
But now I can see
It's all a fucking illusion
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