between the cracks,
living with you was,
like walking on banana peels,
or more like broken glass,
bleeding we slip,
falling out of love,
so much more
than falling in,
I still don't know how many
pieces of me, cry out from the depths,
So many days we wasted,
on hate and arguments,
words that will not fade
echo in the cavern,
of your face,
Love broken
love
love to hate
turned and turned again
in and out we are spinning
and my grip is slipping,
falling,
bleeding,
on my knees and out of love.
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