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She could have laid this world to waste.

Maybe she still will.

Name:
Bethany Jane Mayhem, Esq.
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"She exhales vanilla lace."

Through all windows, I see only
INFINITY


Six years and we're finally here. Together. And more perfect than we've ever been before.
Scott ♥ 01.17.14 ♥ Bethany
My aim is so true, I wanna show you. I'll try forever, I'm never gonna say surrender.
I'll get it if you need it. I'll search if you can't see it. You're thirsty, I'll be your rain. You get hurt, I'll take your pain.
I know you don't believe it, but I said it and I still mean it. When you heard what I told you, when you get worried I'll be your soldier.


And I miss you in my fingers and valleys in-between. It's odd how feelings linger for something yet unseen.
There's ages between my heart and my mouth. My veins throb with that which I can't spit out.
Now I don't need much, just presence in mind and the assurance your ache matches mine...
... so stay. Please don't pull away from me.

I guess it's time to face the truth and admit my past mistakes.
I've come to terms with all that's wrong with me, and all the things I'll never be.

Climb down to test the waters, my hands feel like they're rusting away.
So I'll pace around like a lamb before the slaughter, I'll stay here as long as you let me.
Decisions then made obvious, so I will return where I started, I'll stay here.
Unfinished, I wither away.

You can tell by the scars on my arms and cracks in my hips and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips that I'm not the carefullest of girls.

It's the perfect time of year, somewhere far away from here. I feel fine enough I guess, considering everything's a mess...
... On an evening such as this, it's hard to tell if I exist. Pack the car and leave this town- who'll notice that I'm not around?
I could hide out under there. I just made you say "underwear". I could leave but I'll just stay- all my stuff's here anyway.

Find me, I'm falling and fooling myself that it's flight. Imperfect, I plummet and ponder, pushed away on principle.
Forfeit my future for feelings a few far between. Mindless of merciful measure, making ends preempt the means.

There are times when I'm just a shell, when I do not feel anything for anyone.
All I feel is hollow and bruised, used up and misused, forced to be someone I don't want to be.
Have I failed somehow or some way? Will the weight of today finally pull me down to drown?
In the depths of despair where I am alone, except for my rage.
Everything I touch, I break.

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