rivers flow through your blood stream.
and you know no one can control it.
but like salmon swimming upstream
you always went against the flow.
and when you feel too much
pain and sorrow
your knuckles become lovers
with the walls of your bedroom.
but when they split up
and no longer speak to each other
you find a new love
that leave battle wounds on your body
in places other than your knuckles.
and when those lovers no longer
satisfy your pain
you turn to breaking others hearts
so they dont have the chance
to break yours.
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Infliction
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. All written by me, inspired by lots. Stay positive, love yourself. Know that tomorrow will be a new day, and let the daylight bring out the best in you.
