With the hurt comes the torment,
A shame I just cannot live down.
Heat me up, bring me to the boil,
Let what's left of me spill out.
And you won't feel guilty about it.
You're the main component of my lies.
This is the turmoil that I live in,
It's what you presented me with.
You left me here to battle this,
To fight off your Army of Sleaze.
If I'm still alive when we meet,
I'll tell you what you were to me.
Daddy, I'll tell you everything,
I'll even let you see your grandchild,
Maybe you'll even realise it's yours.
And maybe then you will stop
Making me re-visit my past.
Author notes
I hope this makes sense... My past IS my present. Maybe one day in the future, this won't be the case.
Oh and the "Army of Sleaze" is referring to how when one person abuses you, others seem to start doing it as well. Like a fashion trend.
A contest entry
- Revisit Your Past... by Miss Faerie.
525 points, ended April 4, 2007, 24 entries
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Comments
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Oh my god... This made complete sense and christ it has just made me want to hug you and kill him. Your child is his? That's just.. what I read and what would kill me more then anything. You are a stronger person then I am.
Not to mention, I understand the army of sleaze well.. I've been someone who has experienced that too.. you become attracted to it... to a degree..
Thank you for entering and good luck
Faerie
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wow this is really nice i really like your pomes the are really good.
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I really like the way you write. I like this piece. I can identify with it.
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