Pictures.

i don't know what this is.. just a ramble.. the picture cracks down the centre the pieces ripped scattered on the floor. the wind catches all our memories gone in a whisp i can feel the flashes creating the gashes. i can't understand there's this lack of trust crudely created the razor's edge long and serrated. the image of the two of us is long since faded. remember how you bit my lip i was your puppet it made me sick. all the strings you sewed to my heart only helped you rip it apart. you felt so loud and tasted so soft in your intense contrast i found myself lost. for it i payed a high cost. what's left over isnt a lot all because i got caught. love michelle.