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Nicholas Morin Mar 2015
Let me give you my armor
Take my sword and shield
I'll be your knight in skin
With only my words to wield.
When the armors worn and broken
You can take my skin as well
Tattered, scarred and broken
But for you I wouldn't yell.
And with you every word
That you picked from my throat
Melted in your hands
And filled your empty cup.
You drank a part of me
My words upon your tongue
They trickled down your mouth
But your heart had already sung.
The tune of someone else
Your song it wasn't mine
My heart was already shattered
But it broke differently this time.

- N. Morin
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Nicholas Morin Mar 2015
I relapsed last night
As the knife met my skin
and introduced itself
Over and over again.

I'm disappointed with myself
I shouldn't harm my skin
I'm losing every battle
Because I refuse to win.

- N. Morin
Nicholas Morin Mar 2015
Speak to me softly
And tell me only lies
Tell me that you hate me
That I'm not worth your time.

You tell me that you love me
You tell me words so true
I look at you with hollow eyes
The saddest shade of blue.

- N. Morin
Nicholas Morin Mar 2015
Anxiety is building
My body starts to shake
Trying not to look
My brain it ******* aches
This heart is all I have now
It's all you have to break
My world begins to fall apart
Please buy a roll of tape.

- N. Morin
Nicholas Morin Mar 2015
When the final leg falls out
There won't be any hope.
No ones here to hold you up
The catching of the rope.

- N. Morin
Nicholas Morin Mar 2015
My eyes shut, then open.
We're in your room again.
Laughing. Talking.
You're looking at me.
With those eyes.
Those eyes.
Those.
Eyes.
They're beautiful.
I've never seen eyes like these.
They lock me in.
I can't look away.
I don't want to look away.
Then you say it.
" Do you want to kiss me? "
Of course.
It happens.
My lips meet yours.
I can feel your presence.
Warm on my skin.
My eyes were open, but open again.
I'm in bed.
And all I can think is.
I didn't die last night.

- N. Morin
Nicholas Morin Mar 2015
Stab me in the heart again
To prove that I'm not alive.
Long ago the feelings stopped
And my emotions died.
No tears are cried
My eyes are dry.
I'm waiting for this to end.

I'm happy though enough to say.
That I had at least one friend.

- N. Morin
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