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I can hear you knocking.
Not on my door,
But on my mind.
I close my eyes.
Cover my ears,
Trying to resist your sweetness,
Cause underneath you hide,
Your true motives.
I dig my nails into bed sheets.
I'm splintered, broken,
Trying to use glue on my soul,
Putting myself back together,
Piece by shattered piece.
You told me you would never hurt me,
Yet the bruises on my body tell that your lying.
But those don't compare to the bruises you left on my heart.
It bleeds every time it beats.
My mind is swarmed,
Of all the promising things you whispered in my ear.
They were lies, all lies.
As I sit on my bed I feel as though I'm being ripped apart at the seams.
I lay down and hold myself.
Slowly unraveling in my own hands..
~P.S.
How a woman can make you believe her lies with her whispers and her eyes
Love...
A word so easily used, yet almost always abused.
Love.
What I used to say to you.
I love you.
Now the words are stuck in my throat and drip off the tip of my tongue bit by bit like honey, since the day you hurt me more than words could ever explain.
Yet after all of this all you could say to me was "I love you, I never meant to hurt you.
I love you, I'll never do it again.
I love you"
The words coming out of your mouth, rattling my bones, making me lean towards you and need you again.
You are a succubus luring me to my death,
and all I can do is look into your deceiving eyes helplessly and let you take my soul.
Love.
A word I thought I knew but am now learning that I truly know nothing about.
Love.
You tell me you love me yet your still walking on clouds as you are watching me drown underneath you.
Love.
And yet through all of this pain blossoming throughout my mind all I can think is that I'll love you forever.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.....
~P.S.
Another poem from my soul about cheating girls
I want to kiss you, to feel your soft lips against mine.
I need to stay away, I know my kind and I'll leave you hurting every night.
I want to be numb, to turn myself away from the world, away from the dark crevices in my prison we call a mind.
I need to feel something anything, to connect with people who will set my soul on fire.
I want to close my eyes, swear away the world and all the people who have hurt me.
I need to open my eyes, accept what has happened and move forward.
I want to breakdown and curl up in a ball.
I need to keep my chin up, wipe away my tears and push my way forward.
I want to hate, so I can move on.
I need to love, so I can hold on...
~P.S.
Stuff that my mind argues over

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