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by H.lok Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2132684
Has the person committed suicide or is this highlighting how everyone has a hidden story?
I like strangers
They welcome me with empty arms, I enter
The arms that swiftly deceived my heart
I enter
Ice cold hands that softly touch my fragile skin
I shatter, I tear, I break , I rip apart
I gaze down and see my body, a body so disfigured I questions if it's even mine.

Her arms drag me into a void
Arms that looked empty now feel so full
Full with things I don't understand
Her hands get warmer but my skin gets colder
I run, escape
We return
I shake her hand that has never felt colder
I walk on.

I like strangers
They smile at me with eyes that are filled with tears
The eyes I glare into and see darkness, pain
I smile
My vision is blurred, water streaming down my pale cheeks
I look into her eyes, I can't reach her, she's far away
I see her smile and walk on.

I like strangers
They talk to me with words they don't believe in
I listen
Their words fool me and I believe
I believe she's happy, I believe she's undefeated
I read her story but I spend my nights sleepless
My mind becomes consumed with torturous thoughts
She talks to me with words she doesn't believe in
I believe her and walk on.

This stranger that I once felt comfort in has gone
I look for her everyday, screaming her name
I miss her arms that always felt like home
I long for her smile that filled my heart with endless joy
I miss her words that eased the pain within me
I am lost without her.

I begin to realise that this stranger won't return
This stranger that made me believe in all things good
I look down tears streaming down my pale cheeks
I touch my skin that has never felt colder
I gaze down and I see a body, a body so disfigured I question if it's even mine.
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