#protectyourself - Hello Poetry

She tied a black ribbon around my wrist Like a dark lake reflecting moonlight And in my enchantment, I missed The ribbon was tied far too tight She tied a black ribbon around my neck So cold on my skin like ice And in my fervor, I failed to see The ribbon was knotted up thrice She tied a black ribbon around my heart Winding its way through my veins She gave a tug, and I gave a start As her ribbon turned out to be chains

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC

MikeStefan

Black Ribbons

She tied a black ribbon around my wrist Like a dark lake reflecting moonlight And in my enchantment, I missed The ribbon was tied far too tight She tied a black ribbon around my neck So cold on my skin like ice And in my fervor, I failed to see The ribbon was knotted up thrice She tied a black ribbon around my heart Winding its way through my veins She gave a tug, and I gave a start As her ribbon turned out to be chains

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You coated your words in spice; fragrant lies perfuse deep inside. Wrapped and bundled and brandished in bouquets of flowering excuses. You’ve taught me a lesson; after letting those words of yours taint the inside of my head, dripping into my heart. Spoilage, wasted. Never could you have committed any crime more cruel. When your flowers wilt and fade, when your spices turn rancid, I will know what it was. You never loved me at all. You can replace me in days. Find a new love to call. Apparently she fills the voids I couldn’t anymore. Take those fanciful dreams of yours, of you and me and memories, and bury them alongside what’s left of me. I don’t need to be pulled along into your little playground; your little fair, exhibit, of times gone by when we once touched. Just know that I’m still the one who took you exploring. I’m the one who offered you a different revolution. I’m the one you worshipped naked before you not very long ago. And you, girl. I can only offer you such sympathy. Because you’ve opened yourself to the same shadow, the predator in all loves; the one that toys and bends and preys on that vulnerable little parcel of yours. The one that beats for him. But don’t forget it also beats for you. And do you really want him to tease and taunt and hold that thing? Poor girl. When he brandishes that same bouquet at your door, you know it’s time, poor thing.

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Aug 4, 2016

Aug 4, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC

tamara-fraser

Excuses

You coated your words in spice; fragrant lies perfuse deep inside. Wrapped and bundled and brandished in bouquets of flowering excuses. You’ve taught me a lesson; after letting those words of yours taint the inside of my head, dripping into my heart. Spoilage, wasted. Never could you have committed any crime more cruel. When your flowers wilt and fade, when your spices turn rancid, I will know what it was. You never loved me at all. You can replace me in days. Find a new love to call. Apparently she fills the voids I couldn’t anymore. Take those fanciful dreams of yours, of you and me and memories, and bury them alongside what’s left of me. I don’t need to be pulled along into your little playground; your little fair, exhibit, of times gone by when we once touched. Just know that I’m still the one who took you exploring. I’m the one who offered you a different revolution. I’m the one you worshipped naked before you not very long ago. And you, girl. I can only offer you such sympathy. Because you’ve opened yourself to the same shadow, the predator in all loves; the one that toys and bends and preys on that vulnerable little parcel of yours. The one that beats for him. But don’t forget it also beats for you. And do you really want him to tease and taunt and hold that thing? Poor girl. When he brandishes that same bouquet at your door, you know it’s time, poor thing.

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You know how, In those moments Right before you fall, The earth starts to Crumble beneath you, And you can see your fate As it happens almost In slow motion, But not slow enough to stop it from happening, Or even to brace for impact. So there you are contemplating Your fate of falling, As it happens right before your eyes, Unable to protect yourself, Or prevent the impact; Helpless in a sense; Like a calf just learning to walk, But it stumbles, And you want to help it, But you know that it has to learn How to walk on it's own, Or it will never be able to run.

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Apr 27, 2015

Apr 27, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC

baylee

Right Before the Fall

You know how, In those moments Right before you fall, The earth starts to Crumble beneath you, And you can see your fate As it happens almost In slow motion, But not slow enough to stop it from happening, Or even to brace for impact. So there you are contemplating Your fate of falling, As it happens right before your eyes, Unable to protect yourself, Or prevent the impact; Helpless in a sense; Like a calf just learning to walk, But it stumbles, And you want to help it, But you know that it has to learn How to walk on it's own, Or it will never be able to run.

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