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Scattered Pieces of Who I Am.
My toes immediately cramp
when you've gotten too close again
your skin is blatantly damp
[like the fire building like bricks behind your eyes]
you've paper cut the tip of my ring finger
to highlight the statements that I've dauntlessly rendered
but cunningly you let the atrocity linger
[into the secrecy containing regretful goodbyes;]
once more I'll melt into your chimeric embrace
without a purpose as of why
while you feed off the irrelevant chase
which I can't clutch or nearly defy,
You tug every individual thread
chained tightly to my doubts
& no matter which conclusion I imply,
I'll never be able to figure you out;
the tip of my pen reveals the words
I turbulently choke on when you're around
the bobby pins keep my heart in place
so I don't become entirely unwound,
you find routes to filter me
into tiny components of your time
but that wasn't how it was supposed to be
[you were supposed to be mine]
your name was written with chalk
in the center of a heart that was convincingly drawn
maybe you're really not all "talk"
but then again,
it's never been argued upon.
Push me against your nerves
& acquaint me with another shameful night,
test me by breaking my particles down
if it makes you feel right
but I know who you are
& I can tell that you're quite amiss,
because I'm not here to be used anymore
& I'm certainly not here to conquer your bliss.
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this is beautiful. nice work and you truly have talent. i'd appriciate it if you (and anyone else that reads this) could check out some of my work. especially my poem: Torturer of a King.
Thanks!
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