I just feel like asking, “What is it you actually want?”
But then I don’t know whom the question is directed to
Stop worming your way between the stitches
Into the fabric of the tapestry of her life
Why not just stay away from everyone?
Knowing that your mind teeters on the edge of a knife
Her blood flows hot and free and full of life
Don’t clot within the stream and stain it
Naught runs in you but spite and ichor
Yet you meddle late and worthless
Trying to intercede though she was just fine before
You think you could ever help her and be part of the solution
But you just can’t be because YOU are a problem
You are bile in the pit of her stomach
A maggot inside a loaf of bread
Your very skin rots from your form to try recoil from you
In her topaz sky you’re a blotch of lead
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Thinking... and drinking.
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its a good poem to me it sounds like ur mad at sumin with the choice words
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There is anger here within the words. Powerful piece and really good imagery too. Your writing here is strong. Well done.
Wayne Leon
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Not true, honey. Not true at all. Don't give up on it. This will pass, and things will get better.
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Oh My Lord, this is totally amazing! That inspired great images. Perfect write!
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wow! this was utterly amamzing! keep writing
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ooh val thisis really good,
the imagery you penned here is amazing,
a dead end fairytale with a twist it almost sounds like
hope your ok,
love bri,
x million
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