'Pain'

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I miss the mystery that you once were When there was so much still left to uncover I miss first realising the bond we had A connection unlike any other
Food was always troublesome  I never had a favorite  My portions had to be smaller than theirs This body needed to be thinner   Food became a chore
What is love I ask For he called it that When he wouldn’t let go  When he devoured my neck  When he silenced me   
I first recall it at thirteen I’ve heard of younger girls who had it worse But any age it too young When the touch he lays, Burns your skin   
When I was a little girl Pain was like a friend of mine. It played with me on merry-go-rounds. It slid with me on slides. It was my shadow on hot summer days.
When I was a little girl Pain was like a friend of mine. It played with me on merry-go-rounds. It slid with me on slides. It was my shadow on hot summer days.
Paternal Nicotine   A man I sit next to in class is cologned with the smell of cigarette It has been so long since I was this close to the aroma of burnt nicotine
I used to spend hours on end perfecting the recipe To a mud pie. Garnished with leaves, sunbaked to a crisp. A gourmet cuisine of ignorance
I used to spend hours on end perfecting the recipe To a mud pie. Garnished with leaves, sunbaked to a crisp. A gourmet cuisine of ignorance
I saw the scar on my thumb from  when I hit it on the bottom shelf  while getting you chips.    Such a silly way to get hurt.   
A child sleeps in peace tonight, snuggled warmly under layers of blue blankets, smiling serenely as dreams flutter gracefully across his angelic face.
There's a saying around, saying ignorance is bliss, I didn't know he would hurt me, so ignorance has a twist; A twisted plot to come and kill me and to leave me with a kiss,
there is a storm brewing, slowly like herbal tea, deep inside my ribcage.   the kiss of rain dominates my body, filling lungs with oceans of searing saltwater tears.  
Dear pain, My greatest enemy yet my closest friend You showed me the sorrows of the world, And you revealed the truth through the dead “It hurts to see someone go” I would say
Each thorn digging into my scalp the loudness of the blaring red roses 
Poetry, poetry, poetry. You are far different from a tale. You are the only thing stopping me from telling this world "Farewell". Although I typically talk to very few,  you my friend, have made me anew.
I am but a puppet on strings. I wonder if I was but the mistake or the gift. I see my mother’s long-lost hopes and dreams. I hear her cries of madness and pain. I want to give back all that she deserves,
I'd say I've missed you, but that's a lie. But that doesn't matter, cause you'll always be with me.   I haven't thought about you in a while now.
Dear my 7 year old self,   I’m sorry that no one came to your rescue when you needed it most, That no one could better prepare you for polite church parties and family gatherings
Dear George... Today I had to listen to the words. "I'm sorry but we can't prove it beyond reasonable doubt."
You know who you are, The one that everyone said would be perfect for me The one who I sacrificed things for The one my family loved The one that I loved                               
Dear Grandpa, I remember your voice Comforting and clear The last phone call Sing for Me I hear  
Step one: High five Step two: Lock the thumbs Step three: Slide hands so they're facing each other Step four: Make a two fingered gun Step five: Bang
You walk around like you are so high and mighty 
It is 2:53 in the morning and i am a shadow,despondent and detached from anything that I have ever had deep emotions for,I must cope with the intricacy of feeling too much,
Remember the way... Soft lips, Cherry balm,
The distance between the strife lands of Texas To the blest Appalachian Mountains. Thee sagacity of the discrete peoples With their eminence taste in music, yet I still wish to be home
Here I am present, the tiny infats who die, from unfit "Parents".   Here I am the Light, the Savior for the abused, so many children.   Who am I, you ask?
I open my eye to only be standing at the gates of hell. The sign says WELCOME. The train I rode to get there was going nowhere fast. You want to buy a ticket, what’s the cost you ask?
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