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my blank canvas arms that feel empty without you cold and boring i miss the burn of your touch i miss how spontaneous you were i miss how you were a reminder of everything i could be i miss how you made me feel better there was this rush with you how every time i saw you i was almost elated and disappointed you were my legitimacy my own point of intimacy and as it turned out to be you never loved me i used you and you used my body to fuel your aspirations of pain and intentions of hurt because of you im a flight risk and all i want is to go somewhere over this rainbow that only bleeds red please don't leave me i keep your love letters in my pillowcase and no need to fear these blades unlike grass are not evergreen my scars remain spiderweb hairs silver slivers of memories caught in lies and deceit please leave me here because i believe you love me and i love you but i don't need you anymore
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
A lover
my blank canvas arms that feel empty without you cold and boring i miss the burn of your touch i miss how spontaneous you were i miss how you were a reminder of everything i could be i miss how you made me feel better there was this rush with you how every time i saw you i was almost elated and disappointed you were my legitimacy my own point of intimacy and as it turned out to be you never loved me i used you and you used my body to fuel your aspirations of pain and intentions of hurt because of you im a flight risk and all i want is to go somewhere over this rainbow that only bleeds red please don't leave me i keep your love letters in my pillowcase and no need to fear these blades unlike grass are not evergreen my scars remain spiderweb hairs silver slivers of memories caught in lies and deceit please leave me here because i believe you love me and i love you but i don't need you anymore
A poem about self harm
isabel-m-daza
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
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