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Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
She thought a promise was a thing to be kept
To be made by those who meant it
Not discarded into empty night air
They fell apart like teenage romances do
One flicker, a lighter in a dark room
That was all. Nothing else.
She did not know much of young love and whiskey-induced lies
She was naive, still had faith in forever
The universe and wicked fate had different plans
Now she is irreversibly broken.
Under breath, she vows to never believe in a promise again.
Written 2-18-15
Blah blah Aug 2017
From where to start,
And where can i end.
I used to write poetries
I used to dance while words sang,
They used to be my best friends,
And now they're gone.

I don't know how to express,
I don't know how to rhyme,
It feels like i've lost the feeling,
Like i've lost love of my life.

Lost or replaced, a question remains,
Maybe replaced by a never ending pain.
This pain stops me from writing,
This pain has left me with nothing,
Either it makes me feel itself,
Or it makes me feel nothing.

I don't deserve to be loved,
I don't deserve to live,
I've nothing to give in return,
I'm just holding on to these noisy breaths.

I slit my wrists, i slit my hands,
I slit my thighs, i slit my skin,
Not to shake hands with death,
But just a try to say a firm 'hello' to life.
Just in case if those scribbles on my skin could make me feel anything, and i woukd feel alive. Just in case, only.

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