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  Jul 8 Tokito
Nosy
I wore your sores
I rode your pain
I stood by your side-
Even in vain

I’d be here for you
Regardless of anything
Even when you took-
All of me for yours

I held your breath
When it was too heavy
I grew up in your shadow-
Of damage

Nothing you do can take the hurt
You had me learn
You had me live
You had me feel

I was born to fail
Since nothing I do
Was good for your appeal
  Jul 8 Tokito
Nosy
I see her
The way she stands
The way she smiles
It angers me.

Why won’t she listen
Why won’t she quit
She’s mine and should-
Always listen,

It makes her think I’m cruel
I’m cold and incapable of love
But I gave her all and everything I had
I install her with fear, for the world-
And all that’s around her
I truly love her, but wished she’d disappear.

She wants to make her own decisions
Fine go be your own grown up
And find out the world can’t take you
You’re too much until you’re too little
She’s the thread, and I keep pulling
Why does she want to leave…

They’ll eat you alive
I’m just trying to help
Even out of spite,
So when she breaks-
At least I warned her
She’ll never make it alone.
Growing up with a narcissistic parent. Believing this would be their point of view.
Tokito Jul 8
they sway
they dance in the wind
they flutter
does this all mean
the same thing?
lol I just randomly thought this one up
  Jul 8 Tokito
Yuzuko
Hate can be found in the heart
And can fill the mind
The hate will tear you apart
Especially if you let it define
Wrote when I was thirteen… found it in my journal
  Jul 8 Tokito
CantSeeMe
look at me when I'm down
and I won't drown
won't forget the past
or what has last
I won't bet with the brains in my head
but I will with eyes of breath
those ones I have
cause I know your face
more than my ways
If I was hard to find, I hope you still tried
  Jul 8 Tokito
Foogle
You bleed the writing out of me and it starts to
glimmer like sparkling rubies
or dry like wilted roses
there is nothing left to say
when your love is as warming
as the chilling sleet falling on
our arms in the winter

i look to my left and
you are not there
i look to the places we were and
you are not there
i walk in places we’ve been and
you are not there
out of the drafts <3
  Jul 8 Tokito
Foogle
You bleed the writing out of me and it starts to
glimmer like sparkling rubies
or dry like wilted roses
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