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Scars shone bright, Still expected to set the table and serve. Good enough to weep and use, But not compatible enough to claim as yours. You expect to benefit from my years of struggle. With the same mouth that you used to kiss and explore me. You cut me down with such force I cannot muster enough energy For Vengeance. Blessed are the ones who fit the mold Conditionally loved is no love at all. Held by the arms that were raised to me. A kicked dog and its traitorous tail. Inept, bereft and lonely. Go to words for my bio. Reborn now, new skin still raw. Took as long as it took I guess, regrets take up time too. When a wind touches me now, I feel a part of me blowing away. Like ashes in the breeze. Unsure if it's the old me or new. Figured I would find my people, they act similiar But have the same traits none the less. Everyone has a napkin to help dry my eyes. Some crisp and ironed, most are already used. Found a new one to add to the list of words I hate, Soon. It takes its rightful place beside ****** and No. Comfort blanket no longer bullet proof, The fairy dust ran out long ago. Big boy shoes are all scuffed. I use them for dancing now not running.
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
****** and No.
Scars shone bright, Still expected to set the table and serve. Good enough to weep and use, But not compatible enough to claim as yours. You expect to benefit from my years of struggle. With the same mouth that you used to kiss and explore me. You cut me down with such force I cannot muster enough energy For Vengeance. Blessed are the ones who fit the mold Conditionally loved is no love at all. Held by the arms that were raised to me. A kicked dog and its traitorous tail. Inept, bereft and lonely. Go to words for my bio. Reborn now, new skin still raw. Took as long as it took I guess, regrets take up time too. When a wind touches me now, I feel a part of me blowing away. Like ashes in the breeze. Unsure if it's the old me or new. Figured I would find my people, they act similiar But have the same traits none the less. Everyone has a napkin to help dry my eyes. Some crisp and ironed, most are already used. Found a new one to add to the list of words I hate, Soon. It takes its rightful place beside ****** and No. Comfort blanket no longer bullet proof, The fairy dust ran out long ago. Big boy shoes are all scuffed. I use them for dancing now not running.
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29/M/Melbourne/Ireland
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
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