This time, I was the bad one
Knicked my lip on the sidewalk
When you battered my mind
Your animosity like a kiss
How sweet of you to hold my head
While you knock my teeth out
How lovely the knife
That kisses my spine
I bled my heart out
for the last time
I have no more blood
For you to boil
And no more heart strings to pull on
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Anger & it's Vices
Poetry"I've carried this anger for half my life I'm placing it down" Short poems from the years I'm now trying to heal from.
