Tonight I dine in hell,
With rose colored mirrors,
In my blood stained dress.
I lost myself in your
Goodness,
Needing your presence
To define my own.
How is perfection so misunderstood?
I saw it in you,
Loved it in you,
Caressed you for it.
But I didn't know it always took bits of me to fuel the perfection in you.
You destroyed me for loving you.
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