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'I am a lover not a fighter.' I say as I take you by the tongue And kisses roll off my lips Like bullets from a gun. 'I am a lover not a fighter.' I say as I take my fingertips And brush them across your back Slicing your heart open And letting the feelings from within Like a blade Makes blood trickle Out of skin. 'I am a lover not a fighter.' I say as you and I laugh Cramps curling in my stomach Hurting me like a slap With broken glass. 'I am a lover not a fighter.' I said as I see another Smooth compliments and kisses Upon you like butter With clenched fists And a broken heart. 'I am a fighter not a lover.' I say as I punch her in the face And kick you in the groin Trying to ignore the annoying Voice asking me why I would hurt the guy I care so deeply for. I ignore it as you slump to the floor. 'I am, I am-' I cannot finish it Because whether A lover with the passion of a fighter Or A fighter with the lighter of love I know not anymore. * But my dear gel Know that all is well For you are God's Princess Please do not forget That you are A fighter that is loved From the Perfect King From up above.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Who Am I? (Lover or Fighter?)
'I am a lover not a fighter.' I say as I take you by the tongue And kisses roll off my lips Like bullets from a gun. 'I am a lover not a fighter.' I say as I take my fingertips And brush them across your back Slicing your heart open And letting the feelings from within Like a blade Makes blood trickle Out of skin. 'I am a lover not a fighter.' I say as you and I laugh Cramps curling in my stomach Hurting me like a slap With broken glass. 'I am a lover not a fighter.' I said as I see another Smooth compliments and kisses Upon you like butter With clenched fists And a broken heart. 'I am a fighter not a lover.' I say as I punch her in the face And kick you in the groin Trying to ignore the annoying Voice asking me why I would hurt the guy I care so deeply for. I ignore it as you slump to the floor. 'I am, I am-' I cannot finish it Because whether A lover with the passion of a fighter Or A fighter with the lighter of love I know not anymore. * But my dear gel Know that all is well For you are God's Princess Please do not forget That you are A fighter that is loved From the Perfect King From up above.
To the girls who have been broken and words spoken cannot heal it.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
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