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Poetic T Feb 2019
I'm the venom
     Which corrodes

Your reflections.

But never the less.,


               You still look..  


Knowing that over time
          You'll erode
                   Perspective.

And become addicted
       To the venom of my voice.
Pyrrha Jul 2018
Another glass shatters against the cold stone wall.
Everything you asked for layed in my palm,
I was yours for the taking.
Yet still I could never be enough to soothe your pains.

I kissed your scars,
I replaced your broken heart with my bleeding art,
And still you look at me with those eyes.
Those damnable eyes.

I can't count or name all the poisons that you contain
Inside that body of yours abused by your shame
Go ahead and continue to corrode the person that you once were
So much for that steady dream

Look at you changing reality into a myriad of illusive lies,
Drowning in all the liquid confidence leaking from the confines of your distracted mind.
Where did all your senses go?
To hell with what you think of me.

Goodbye for all its worth,
I'm just fine on my own.
I'll leave you here to drown alone,
I refuse to let you bite the hand that feeds.

These bandages on my ego conceal so little,
I can't walk out the door without the embarrassment of fearing what the public thinks of me.
And it's all because of you.

So to hell with this leash you've put me on,
You had me wrapped around your finger,
With your words, your love, and your brain
Now they've rotted and I watch as they go down the drain.

In your arms I felt so sane I knew there'd come a day
When the price of that sanity was revealed.
I once believed that if keeping you meant losing myself
I would be lost in your love forevermore, it no longer means that anymore.

If keeping myself means losing you,
Then I will not lose myself today.
For today I no longer live for you,
Today I live for me.
MsAmendable Jun 2015
Standing in light
Cast by day
Tiptoe through shadows
Which connect anyway.
The sun is so bright
It corrodes away;
And I'm healed by night,
Cool layers of gray
Also not a vampire. Not sure if writing while tired makes my poems loopy... Will have to check in the morning

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