Stripped,
Nauseously striped of my expensive personality every time we fight,
Every second of our tempered arguments strip me of the sheep I count at night.
Every moment of a want to call, tears floods all corners of my eyes,
every minute we're bound by pride, we complicate our lives.
Every kiss is now a dry mist of the way I reminisce,
With the many ways this love have changed to fully exist, I can't help but run from your verbal fist and its accomplishments.
Your confusion hold its own confessions and I weaken at the structure of your needs, greediness clogs smoky air of illusion and I cry over the way we breath.
your laughter no longer creates an air of excitement, your touch no longer feeds my smile, these perpetually negative dealings strip me from memory and I run with this pain for miles.
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