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Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
Remember that you must die.
Do you know that?
Everyone dies,
you should know that.
Life does not go on,
It ends.
It's sad, for some,
But true all the same.
Remember to die, my friend.
You cannot live forever.
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
It's been a long night,
The lavishly dressed rich, with their expensive clothes,
party like there's nothing wrong in the world.
I hide my bruises, and offer hors d'oeuvers.
Servitude has not been kind.
Mistakes are not tolerated.
Life as a servant has left me feeling like a lampshade,
Useful, but rarely noticed.
I offer a convincing smile,
They prefer to ignore the sadness.
They drink away the pain,
And party away life.
Life's more playful,
If you pretend nothing hurts,
This came from a prompt to use the words: bruises, lampshade, and convincing.
I don't want to name it.
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
I sat on the swings
and stared at the sea,
dragging my toes in the sand.
Where has life gone?
It seems to have passed me by.
The ocean sways
and life goes on
forever perpetual
by the sea.
It's unseasonably warm so I went running along the shore and found an abandoned beach with an empty swing set. Makes you think.
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
Your lip is split. Let me clean up the blood.

She backs away, her hand touching her lip. Don't touch me! This is your fault.

I never meant for this to happen.*

She glares at him, *Then why'd you let it?


He looks away, and doesn't answer. The silence weighs heavy in the air.

*That's what I thought.
It's easier to look at things from the outside.
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
I closed my eyes
and made the decision.
This was the end.
I found the pills,
and wrote my note.
My tears smudged the ink.
Pill after pill,
I began to feel light headed.
I closed my eyes.
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014
A man once loved her
She warned him to stay away.
She was a monster,
She liked to hurt.
She knew she would hurt him,
Because she couldn't understand
Why he would love her.
He grew sick of her self hatred,
He didn't want to see her scars.
She couldn't write love poetry for him,
Because she doesn't believe in love.
He gave up on her,
and she wrote more poems.
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