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by shnarf Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Biographical · #1282737
The difficulties of loving someone who doesn't trust you
Here I am...
Down on my hands and knees
Take a good look,
At the Invisible Blood you made me bleed

My Soul, you ripped to shreds,
Left behind my beating heart
Only to take it back,
And carelessly discard

So I cry, cry, cry...
Just like a fucking child
The one that you "dislike",
Can't stand to see her smile

Yes, I'm in the gutter,
My eyes plucked out my head
My tears reflect the words,
The hurtful words you said

And while I wait next to my phone,
The lesson that I've learnt:
Is I don't play with fire,
But always end up burnt

And still your soft touch scars me,
Your sweet words always sting,
Over and over, my friend,
The words of your song I sing

You think that I don't love you,
That I simply do not care
While you're reading between lines,
That simply are not there

So please tell me - is it possible?
For me to prove to you,
That all I really want,
Is to prevent the black and blue

But time starts to unfold,
As you beat my troubled mind
The power that you hold,
Will cross the finishing line

And it won't be long til I'm back,
To my same old distant ways,
The ones I fought to forget
No scissors, please pass the razorblades

And my food is in the bowl,
Cut off my hands, not my feet,
My poison is your passion,
Curled over a porcelain seat

There's nothing more to do
There's nothing more to say,
Looks like I'm nothing more,
Than your living, breathing cliché
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