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Jun 2013
You promised to treat me like a queen...
and you said you loved me, just to veil your cruelty.
You gave me all these "presents."
Just to mask the mistreatment.
Your hands cradle my neck...
Your knives are my crown.
Silver, gemmed, and delicate...
dripping my scarlet rubies.
You're the water in which I drown...
You reflect me, I've been trying to return her
to her home, to her chrysalis...
You're the thief to steal her away with your cruel tactics,
empty promises and kisses...
and lure her to your cold, lifeless, heartless body.
Why must you try to take this poor girl's soul?
You've taken her body, her shell, and poked and dragged your needles through.
I've been trying to give this damsel back her wings...
trying to take back everything you stole.
Everything you stole away from me,
I've been trying to escape your tomb,
and return back to my cocoon.
I've been trying to escape your hell...
and return me to myself.
Tiffany N Castro
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Tiffany N Castro
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