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The horrid things that you have done,

                        Do they haunt you in the night?

                                          Do you lie awake  regretting it all?
          
                         I hope you're afraid of yourself,

Because I'm afraid of you, too.
 Dec 2014 WanderLust
Clover
My suicide attempt was not the typical sin,
It involved no knife, no rope, but ink upon my skin.
As the pen moved along, the tan turned to blue,
My pores opened up and the ink flowed through.
It wasn't as straightforward as most death wishes may seem,
Because it started as a hobby, not a dark and morbid dream.
Yet the more the words and drawings had come running down my arm,
The more people had warned me that the markers would do harm.
Or "warnings"- so they thought- but once the thoughts had reached my mind,
I realized it was the most painless and easy escape that i could find.
So day by day, my poisoned skin prayed for the kiss of Death,
And the doodles followed me up until my final breath.

c.m.
 Dec 2014 WanderLust
Clover
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 Dec 2014 WanderLust
Clover
One day you will meet a boy
and he will cause your fingertips to go numb with the thought of his laughter. Your eyes will fall every time they meet his,
as if his are a sea of rich green and yours never learned how to swim.
And as your lips draw nearer,
you will stall just to feel his breath on your cheek.
 Dec 2014 WanderLust
Clover
Once upon a time love wasn't real.

The fairytales twist it, they shape it, they make it.

Once upon a time love was hidden behind doubt,

and he appeared one day and cleared all fear.

Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales again.
 Dec 2014 WanderLust
Clover
If you could feel what I feel every time I see your face in a crowd,

You would learn to love yourself
Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine. Why?

Well, you're huddled in a ball, your knuckles are white from clutching your own skin too hard, you're trembling so bad it's scaring me and you're sobbing silently and uncontrollably with a mirror you just smashed beside you...

I'm just fine.
Don't believe me when I say it.
Will you put lilacs on my grave?

                                 *I've always loved them so.
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