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Split my skin open
make me feel your pain.
Who made you hurt so bad, baby?
All the anger and un-shed tears
you keep bottled up
are about to explode.
Break me open when you hurt
cut into me with your words
let them flow out of you and into me
I will make you
Whole again.
  May 2015 Xyns
Lucy Tonic
French sirens in her head
Pink flowers on the bed
Pale and faded
Bruised and jaded
A cycle of spooks and delights

Heart is a question mark
Tree is full of sparks
Blue angel wings
Birds that don’t sing
The sandman is her best friend

Exhausted with heaven on earth
Tracing her steps back to birth
How do things grow
When time moves so slow
She’s watering her own garden

Now the bathtub calls her name
Mystery, no longer her bane
A kite flying in the sky
A curious lullaby
She now knows the meaning of life
Xyns Apr 2015
In a world void of loving arms
Hollow when it comes to affection
She'd fallen too often for false charms
And was resentful of any connection
A safe haven to her, but to others, harm

With a slit of her frail wrists
A bottle of gin, four shots in
She considers the suicide olympics
In this life, she'll never win
All she wants is to end this

"You can't have your cake and eat it too."
But all she ever wanted was a friend
Pain was all they ever put her through
No one ever considered lending a hand
She had never met anyone who had been true

They come alone with kind eyes
They make promises and call her beautiful
It all renews her faith in guys
Then the brokenness they cause is plentiful
And her anger reaches new heights

So now she's here, all alone
Slumming it with the worst of them
The high she feels is her home
At least this way, her life won't end
*She's better off on her own
  Apr 2015 Xyns
Madalyn
All those girls who want you only see you as prey. They want to conquer you. All I want, is to learn every inch of you. But you love the idea of being conquered.
  Apr 2015 Xyns
Nevermind
Parched throat
Dry lips
Skin stretched
Over bony hips
Prominent collarbones
Sunken in eyes
Irises the color
Of Pennsylvania skies
Atop her shoulders
Rests her head
She's very much alive
But looks so dead
Her breath escapes
In shallow pants
Her slender fingers
Comparable to spiders
Crawl over her hair
Of black, silky webs
Effortlessly perfect
Yet endlessly hurting
You'll always be worth it
So don't you worry
Beauty truly is
A burden of it's own
Beauty can't survive
Being alone  
The unlovely
Make beauty
Beautiful
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