Arvin Dassad

Brooklyn, New York- 11/21/1994
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Please

Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me you like my taste
Not the music
Not the art
Not the lovers in my heart
Can you see the accident?
Not the murder
Not the pain
Just the blood
This silent little mess
This small compass
It's moral
Can you smell the perfume
The dreams in her pocket
That smile
The teeth buried in those gums
Buried
Deep
Hard
White like the moon
Don't tell me
Your a nurse
A teacher
An actor/ actress
I'm one of those people
One of the ones that watch
That dream
Of not being saved
Of drowning in you
Your smell
Your heart
Your pockets
Show me

Tell me why you cry
When you see them
When you feel it
When you can't

Because I can't

I can't see the forest
I won't
It's too green

My favorite color

Don't

Don't say it

Don't think it

Just...




Let me fall




Alone






Without you










Without your smile....


The taste of your flesh




Just show me


How much you fucking hate me











I don't deserve much else
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