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Here in the morning gloaming
burning
my skin flaming
as I imagine red kisses
from smouldering lips!

How easily
in anticipation
you make me whimper
before with pleasure
making me simper -
each kiss
another hot coal
placed on my rawness
with searing softness.
Some way I know this pain,
It shamed me to love the way it flowed,

I'm looking at my scars,
Beauty in the burdens.

But I only masked my true pains,
For every night I bled outside,
I also bled within.

Find the blade that cuts your heart,
And get away...
So you no longer have to search for the blade that cuts your arms.
Response to "Inside that Counts" by Atlas
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2986
Would you spend the night and talk?

Tell me secrets, maybe walk?

Laugh around and share my air,

Show me someone could still care?

Fix the bruises on my back,

They are painful, turning black,

Save my soul from leaking out?

I can't keep myself about..
i don't have the strength in me
to convince you to stay
so if you really want to go, go
i don't care either way.
accept that your heart will break and trust that you will survive
i’m made of sidewalk cracks and moments i should’ve taken
i’m made of broken rings and the wrong girls i put my trust in.
because i didn’t know what love was until i kissed a girl made of thorns
and i didn’t know what happiness was until fear started sleeping without locking the door.
i’m no where near what the world makes me out to be
what it expects from me
and maybe that’s okay.
i’m made of ****** coffee and the constant pressure of being something else
i'm made of holes in the foundation and girls that kiss me just to watch me melt.
because i didn't know what lust was until i touched skin made of broken glass
and i didn't know what hope was until i fell a little too fast.
my story ends before it even starts
because forever is only real if you look like art
but i look like broken promises in an empty hallway
and maybe that's okay.
and strange what desire will make foolish people do
weakness is the bane of my existence.

if strength were an equation,
my weakness would negate it.

please just let me be strong.

i've made so much progress, after all.

weakness is a Demon
i can’t control.

a Demon that will swallow me whole.
 Apr 2019 Chloe James
Jamie Lee
They want me to beg
To kiss their foul mouths
But I am too special
To be a free-for-all
I have been stretched so far
You can't even see me
Tired or handing out love
Like charity, out of disparity
I want my heart to be treated
Like the rarity it is
Is it fair of me?
No

I would toss you out of the ring,
If it meant less pain for me,
It is selfish way to survive
But it's mine,
Maybe I am the bad guy
You claimed I so was,
I am doing this because
I need to be kind
To myself
When
You
Are
Unkind

— The End —