Shame
Crack my bones
till you're pleased.
Decorate them
with pretty bruises.
Rearrange them
to your liking.
Blame me.
Tame me.
Shame me to your
heart's content but
please don't hate me.
— the fear of being hated
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Underneath My Skin | Poetry
Poetrya few poetries I've scrawled underneath my skin -» all rights reserved to the author
