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c Apr 2019
We never broke up
We just sort of broke down
I was wearing my shame
Instead of my crown
You spat out the ashes
That tasted like flame
And it hurt cause it burnt
When you said my name
Now there’s time for regret
And moments for tears
The mistakes I made
Will stay with me for years
But you’re nothing royal
No knight sent for me
You’re more like a dragon
You like when I bleed
And though I’m no princess
I’ll keep my head high
Inside I slay dragons
And you’re just a guy.
LettersToNoOne Apr 2019
I cut off my wings,
and made my mama scream.
I already told you,
I'm your darkest dream.
The one that keeps you up at night,
making you terrified to close your eyes
even for a second.
Because in the one, small span
of a moment,
I will make all of your fears
surface their way from your soul,
and you will be left
wondering what
caused you to bleed.
The answer is simple;
Me.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2019
When He/She is in pain
He/She tried not to write
With the grave thought
When
He/She turned gray
With the closed eyes
In the blur of night
Till the threshold
He/She bleeded words
That escaped as

T
E
A
R
S

And
T E A R S
Turned out
As an unapologetic beauty
A morbid sanity
Of eternal release
Genre: Dark Observational
Theme: When one is in pain, he/she just wishes to know, whose painkiller works || Touching Lives || A Call For Humanity
Note, hint, how to read: If you are gentlemale, just read he, and if you are lady, just read she.
emru Mar 2019
I press the tip
against the paper.
It drips and bleeds.

One layer of my heart,
strips off for every poem i read.
Luna Wrenn Mar 2019
keep whispering
piercing promises
until my ears started to bleed
make me believe
make me believe
you won't ever leave
Em Feb 2019
I'm the theory in your head
I'm the theory that's painted red
Planted in your garden bed

The choir of furies in your stead
The pack of doubts that never fled
She's the monstrosity that tore you to shreds
And I'm the ghost that saw how you bled.
reposting cuz i want aTTENTION
Lynnia Feb 2019
If only my words were worth more, I wouldn’t bleed
A little good company, that’s all I need
Pick up the Word and I make it my creed
But it wasn’t my script I was supposed to heed
I’m trying to move on, find a person, find a friend
Not someone who would run, but who would stick it to the end
I swear I’ll just break if I keep trying to bend
I still don’t know if I’m truly on the mend
Then, I guess I’ll just tend my wounds
Speak to the truth, I ain’t looking for a golden boon
Ask for my name, everyone’s like, “Lynni who?”
I’m learning while I’m yearning for a talking-to, that’s the truth
Marsha Feb 2019
What have you, that I not have
To claim superiority (over me)
When you and I both bleed the same red?
Underneath the skin, we're all the same.
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