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  Apr 2019 Midnight
A Simillacrum
This happened before.
Your eyes. Your world.
Your lust. Your lies.
This happened before.
Your heart. Your hurt.
Your best. Your worst.
This happened before.
Your taste. Your scent.
Your loss. Your win.

One could say, I have a taste
for the familiar.
Grace, is still waiting alone,
for me to see my mistakes.

but

I see the shapes.
I see the forms.
I dip my toes in the destruction.
I fail, to be reborn.
Midnight Jan 2019
I hope you know that
When I say I'm sorry
For the blood
Its cause he used to curse me for it

I hope you know that
When I start to cry
It's because
He used to hit me, hard

I hope you know that
When I try to run
It's because
He would try to make me stay

I hope you know that
I'm the broken one
And that you did nothing
It was only him

And I hope that you can forgive me
When all you want
Is to piece me back together
But I still cower, in fear
I love you so much, but I cannot erase my history. Please be patient with me, and help me recover, from the hell I have been through, with him, before.
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