Dr Jekyl

I dare you to miraculously take my thrown,
take the dagger,
but I have a stone.
I dare you to rip my rugged shirt
the one you bought me 
5 years ago
I dare you to torture my humbly bitten soul
the one you bit right threw,
sucking my treacherous flesh-
as if it were venom.
But I don't dare you to love me,
the way I once did,
the way I searched your pupils,
every aspect of color alive-
I don't dare you to please me,
I've been pleased too much before-
taking my pride-
cherishing it.
You ripped out your own heart-
while dealing with mine.
Soaking up the blood from your steak-knife-
the same assassination you've done before
it's really not worth this much.
It really never was.
But I long for those days
every 2nd day.
Where it was you and I
and all the sweet-time in the world.
Now-
history
Kiss me one final time.
Finale of repetition

Smash your dirty face in mirror.
I don't believe you anymore.

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