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A promise
A guarantee
that this would never happen again

But now the past repeats
The yelling once more
echos the halls

The home
has now became a house
A I count the days

till I can leave hell again
Another night
or chaos and overthinking
Nothing new

Maybe one day we'll talk.
Maybe one day we'll meet
Maybe

one
day?
The feeling of being pulled
The feeling of being confused
The feeling of uncertainty

One plagues my mind
One plagues my heart
One plagues my soul

Each different
Two real
And one a distant memory

One day I will figure out
Where I am to go
But for now, I will not
Possibilities have started to show
The ideas I had dreamed of,
are slowly becoming reality

If I rush them
I will be left empty
But to wait is painful

Soon I must tell myself
soon everything will fall into place
and I will laugh of this stress
Her smile is intoxicating
Her personality contagious
Her mind
a lovely prison
Slowly they come
Men of all ages
All trying to win her hand
But soon, they become poisoned
From her love

So true
So pure
So deadly
Unable to control it
Shes watches them choke
And slowly die
from loving her

Alone she lives
Broken men surround her
Reminders of her curse
No matter what she tries
the poison seeps through
And kills everything
but her
Its was simple
they met on the street
the bench was holding more than just friends
Ones mind was calm
The other is a ragging tornado
Both were talking softly and calm

One had the knife and was making cuts
while the other had bandages and fixing them up
Toxic yet good for each other

The clouds came in
The rain started to pour
Blood running down their arms

One was calm
with the final cut of skin
they sat there and smiled
hoping for a scar

Alone they sat
in the pouring rain
understanding the pain all too well
Their smile bright
as the water ran down their face

No one would know
No one could see
the knife didn't cut skin
But muscle instead
and the rain hid the tears
in plain sight
Large in shape
Their voice booming
Always must have their way

When I was young
I lived with a beast
who I hated

I swore when I left
to never live in fear again
I thought I was smart

As I found myself
Another beast snuck in
and settled before I realized it

Now I live with a monster
A monster who makes
every day a living nightmare

Despite the relation
I have had with my monsters
I still wish them at a distance

Is that too much to ask
for one night
with no fights?
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