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remember middle school?
**** that ****.
  May 2015 Astrid Ember
Mari
Hurt
without moving.
Poison
without touching.
Bear the
truth and the lies.
And are not to be judged
by their size.
This used to be a riddle. Now it's a quote in poem form.
  May 2015 Astrid Ember
Mari
It's not my
Heart
that's broken
it's my
Soul
unwinding itself
into millions
of decaying pieces
seeping out of my skin like
broken glass
starving my lungs and
killing my mind
slowly burning my blood away
until I'm nothing
but a wilted shell of rotten flesh
and shattered bones
3-11-15
  May 2015 Astrid Ember
Xander King
For our anniversary
you gave me a rope necklace
Then got angry when i started
chocking on
my
words.
  May 2015 Astrid Ember
Xander King
You said a man never forgets his first redhead,
What color are my eyes?
**Stolen from a poet i love
  May 2015 Astrid Ember
Xander King
You're knuckles were paintbrushes,
My skin your flinching canvas.
  May 2015 Astrid Ember
Xander King
When I met you the stars aligned,
They spelled out 'RUN!'
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