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Warm summer nights Intended to be surrounded By fireflies and kisses Replaced by “hell smiles”. Those smiles I would give When the world was bad But making you mad Would make it worse. Living through hell With a smile on my face For years on end Getting comfortable there. I unpacked my thoughts With the occasional housewarming gift Quickly followed by the Beer trickled fingertips. If those sticky fingertips Saw anything but my fake joy I’d be reminded I was in hell, So, I smile. Liquor bottles tipped over Spit in my face from the sharp Sound of the start of the word ***** That’s what I am. A ***** who smiles through hell. A ***** who catches your fall, And keeps you from jail. Hell smiles. The one thing that keeps me sane Through the nights of your terror Is smiling in my living room of your brain. Here, bruises are like weeds; Insignificant, a nuisance. Up my arms, down my legs, Another night I smiled in hell. But I moved out of that living room. I forgot how to smile in hell. And you didn’t like that, So you found someone who could. Now I’m alone in hell Forgetting how to leave And grasping for more Than hell smiles.
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
Hell Smiles
Warm summer nights Intended to be surrounded By fireflies and kisses Replaced by “hell smiles”. Those smiles I would give When the world was bad But making you mad Would make it worse. Living through hell With a smile on my face For years on end Getting comfortable there. I unpacked my thoughts With the occasional housewarming gift Quickly followed by the Beer trickled fingertips. If those sticky fingertips Saw anything but my fake joy I’d be reminded I was in hell, So, I smile. Liquor bottles tipped over Spit in my face from the sharp Sound of the start of the word ***** That’s what I am. A ***** who smiles through hell. A ***** who catches your fall, And keeps you from jail. Hell smiles. The one thing that keeps me sane Through the nights of your terror Is smiling in my living room of your brain. Here, bruises are like weeds; Insignificant, a nuisance. Up my arms, down my legs, Another night I smiled in hell. But I moved out of that living room. I forgot how to smile in hell. And you didn’t like that, So you found someone who could. Now I’m alone in hell Forgetting how to leave And grasping for more Than hell smiles.
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moonchild22
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
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