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eius reginae May 2016
I've got one thing
to do
three words
for you

Burn in hell.
My girlfriend's ex (that she never took seriously, I'm her first love) won't stop pestering her and I'm about to cut a *****--
eius reginae May 2016
Sitting in a pile of black and white lace
Covered with the scent of sweet summer haze
To her imagination, she gives chase
With a plastic smile plastered on her face
A residue of a fire once ablaze

Once porcelain white skin now caked in grime
Evidence of abuse from passing time
A past beloved item of bedtime
Melodies of yesterday, treasured rhymes
Being this forgotten should be a crime

Nonexistent voice now sounds so raspy
For silent nights are always most nasty
"No one wants to stay by your side, lassie."
A pool of mythic tears so icy
Must be why her eyes appear so glassy

Thousands of days, she sits in harsh darkness
Waiting for spectators, a failed actress
Her shattered heart lying in the ashes
The flame of hope now doused in hopelessness
Until one day arrives a pure goddess
A quick poem I wrote during my Literature class (which I found out I only got a 2.5 [around 70% or less] average) and I think I need to set my priorities straight--
eius reginae May 2016
The rain is a thief
Bringing my life grief
Cutting my childhood brief
Whenever it visits, I grow stiff
From it, not once did I know relief

I tried to love the rain
From fearing it, I tried to refrain
I tried to break free from its hate chain
I thought by doing so, it will make me sane
And the relief was addicting like a bottle of champagne

Now, I hate it even more
Even though back then I swore
That it, the rain I will forever adore
And I would have, but I cannot ignore
How it steals away the one thing I care for

For some time I thought
Happiness was what it brought
But from the rain, she merely sought
The same relief I myself have wrought
And in deep dark helplessness, I am caught

Because I cannot save her from it
Everytime it rains is like a slap and a hit
To give her back to me, the rain won't permit
To it's cold arms, she has no choice but to submit
But to my personal thief, I vow never to admit defeat
My girlfriend suffers from trauma and she always gets attacked by it everytime it rains. It ***** and it's hard but I'm determined to help her out of it.

— The End —