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By the red in his face I knew he was angry Waving his cold steel in my face A red lip stain on the back of his hand Bloodshot eyes and a bottle of gin
shackles and chains and being tied up in you wrists glowing crimson like the sunset on an ocean of razor blades, the ones you dropped in there before i began to swim
He hit me It didn't feel like a kiss He hit me He didn't miss He hit me "Wasn't on purpose" He pleads Yet,I still bleed I yell out in pain "This isn't a game"
Dear TBD, I need some time. But- You’ll ask why and I dont know how to tell you Its you. Time. That is the spell keeping me standing here. But- I’m not sure how to fix this.
Before you I could never be alone He was always watching, listening Never letting me go Why do you do these things? To which he simply responded Because I love you
“How was your day, Sweetie?” “I should get one for my partner too.” “I mean… Would you want to?” It’s as simple as that.
I love you this much, More than all the tears from your eyes. If you love me, You'll not worry your pretty mind over my lies. What I mean with my fists My love will persist;
i loved you, thinking that was enough.it's hard to imaginearming the personwho'd strike you down. honestly— i've learned that honestyis a double edged sword;
She knew that loving him would be disastrous, but she was already a disaster. She knew that by holding onto his hand meant that she could be left all alone, reaching out for a hand that was never meant to touch hers.
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you at my side.I thought we had a love to last forever and your heart was trying to hide.I let you penetrate my mind but you were looking for more.
“you want black tea?” bitterness curled like steam through frozen tendrils of air.
You took me out on adventures all the time, knowing i had anxiety, saying it was fine. You didn't let my fears take over- every event was another step closer to feeling free from the anxiousness that was attached to me.
Bloody carnations, stamped down flat into sizzling concrete;The smell of their demise is sickly sweet.It's caught in my lungs, filling them up as thoughAll the air I now breathe is just tar--
I know you have said it all before I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it The fight we had last night, you called me ugly I’m sorry, you’re beautiful
I nodd my head sympathetically and listen. So many problems that I connot fix. A big, glaring, "What Should I do?" twists and tangles my thoughts.
I am Spring, 2013 You were in a coma Accidental drug overdose I felt like I died I am Fall, 2013 Things got better For everyone but me You see, I got worse
It is a painful memory To which there is no remedy. I cut you; you don't bleed. No eyelids, you don't see That I cannot breathe, And I am on my knees,
i.Your kisses taste like silver and lead,your words bullets left in the barrelas my hands trace over the triggerand tempt you to release them.
To my desire,
Thinking again, I should've left. Saw your crooked smile, pondering eyes. You left me in the dust, you didn't care at all.
He buys you things, so you let him beat you down, (My mom) yell at you (my friend) and call you a bitch, hoe, tramp and everything else indecent under the sky (my other friend)
She cries softly, Tears drive down her cheek. Hopelessness fills her body greatly, And she fears the next encounter. How shall she escape,
I can’t tell my teacher A whole lot of shit I think about it all day long and I’d never say it I can’t tell my teacher his class makes me feel safe
Seeing things in different ways, is giving life a perspective. You don't have to be blind, if you can't see them.. Maybe you just couldn't find the right perspective? Questions last forever, but lying by answering doesn't...
Recently, our tuition has hit an argument Are we sensitive or abusive? Yes. Is what they say true? Does that honesty sting you? Bring up negative things? Or
My skin is tan, and my back is strong. strong enough, to take the pain .. inflicted again & AGAIN. I get scared to, and I fight back knowing I'll lose because I'm strong enough, to take the pain ..
She is the ghost haunting you, She created the fear. She wasn't the victim Which is why you and I are now here. She was the one cracking the whip, She broke your fragile skin.
Frigid, and hard as stone. Still, and unbeating. Can this heart possibly feel love? I think not... Arrogant, and aloof.