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Our eyes met,

and for some reason I just couldn’t resist you,

I fell fast and so did you.

But then the sweet words you called me turned sour,

the touching wasn’t so gentle anymore,

you left bruises and scars,

but somehow it felt better to go through this pain with you,

than without.

I never believed in God,

but I started praying for death,

hoping some greater power could take me out of this misery.

Your mean words became my reality,

and my bruises you left on my body never healed,

they were permanent.

I left you, with swollen eyes and a heavy heart,

never knowing if I would find someone that would make me so miserably happy.

 

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Rey 8/20/2014 - 4:43 am

Awesome and raw. Thanks for the share and I’m very sorry for the suffering.

KissOfDeath 8/21/2014 - 1:52 am

Thank you darling for the comment and reading.

candygrl 8/20/2014 - 8:21 pm

This is true poetry, amazingly sweet yet raw and dark! Suffering makes the best writers! Thanks for sharing!! So sorry for your pain!

KissOfDeath 8/21/2014 - 1:54 am

Thank you, personally I didn’t think it was that good, but I never approve of my writing. And I agree, when someone has been caused pain, they seem to write about that pain with such passion it leaves me in awe.

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