You asked me how I was today.
I didn't answer immediately.
Instead, looking into your ice-green eyes I wondered if you cared enough to know the truth.
Well darling, the truth is that when I smiled, took your hand and told you I was fine,
It was a lie.
The truth is that instead of reality, March and two in the afternoon I am trapped in a parallel universe of cold winters and dark nights, where acid-rain clouds block out the stars and roses symbolise what will never be.
The truth is that if you were to cut me open, you would see that there is liquified darkness running through my veins and barbed wire memories wrapped around my heart. You would see that my stomach is as empty as my eyes while my bones are as twisted as your lies and as broken as your promises.
The truth is that my once-glittered fingertips are crippled in despair and my once-smiling lips forgot the reason why.
The truth is that I miss you, I miss who you were and who I was when I was with you.
The truth is that the truth hurts.
Author notes
Ok, so it's absolute rubbish, but I'm out of practise, ok? 
I wrote it back in March and I haven't really written since then...
Anyways.
Much love to everyone who reads my stuff, sorry I've been a bit absent lately.
x x x
What do you guys think??
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LOVE IT!! it is NOT rubbish at all!!! its bloody amazing
'The truth is that if you were to cut me open, you would see that there is liquified darkness running through my veins and barbed wire memories wrapped around my heart. You would see that my stomach is as empty as my eyes while my bones are as twisted as your lies and as broken as your promises.' loved that bit especially keep up the good work! hope your doing okay x
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I love this. Everything was brilliant. I really enjoyed the beginning. Nice job.
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welcome back, abi!
great write. hope u're doing OK! -
i dont think this is rubbish at all! in fact i really really like it!!!!! incredible imagery my friend =)
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where acid-rain clouds block out the stars and roses symbolise what will never be.
-i like that a lot. i like the way you dont directly say love, but hint at what the roses symbolise.
You would see that my stomach is as empty as my eyes
-i love the sound of that.
The truth is that the truth hurts.
-i adore that single line as an ending. it is really powerful and gives a memeroble effect
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(:
We've both been absent lately :S
Tsk, tsk, tsk
lol it seems i can only write peotry when I'm depressed and great persuasive texts when I'm not LOL
nahh mate
you'll clean up everything, this is kinda poem is that starting again, first untidy one that just gets all the overwhelming feelings out.
xxx
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