Rusted Heart,
Tear Stained face.
These red tattoos, these bruises
They’re apart of me, not yours to judge.
And when the world collapsed around me,
When I cried myself to sleep,
When this spilling blood,
Gave me the oxygen to breathe
I knew that one day,
One day,
I would truly be alive.
Even if to the rest of you
I would just be
Dead.
But in the mean time I smile,
This trigger happy smile;
It is yours
Because behind these teeth
I hide everything you did to me.
Every lie.
Every torture.
Every deceit.
I spill your “perfection”
Down the drain where it belongs.
You write these letters to me
You lie with these words,
As if you
Care...
But when I die,
You will close the book
On those words and those letters
You will close my soul
As if, it was never there...
Author notes
For a contest...
Written July 12th, 2006
A contest entry
- EMOtional poetry by suicidal lover.
300 points, ended July 19, 2006, 12 entries
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Excellent job DisposablePaperDoll! The cruelty of this lover is very well portrayed.
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you some how have managed to capture the emotion of death and pain without writting it in so many words, you are one of few that can express this style of poetry. i like it, great write
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