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poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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You,Ravenous claws biting,You thought that I would fall for your tricks little oneI fell only once, scabbed a littlePatted my wound dry;Found it bleeding still afterThought the wound would heal if I understood my worthBut yet you manipulated my tongueMade it so it only abided by you,Told me that these scratches were to show love, […]

This aching pain of my heartAs if someone stabbed a hole so deepAnd when I say aching I don’t mean the dull pain in your leg when you scrape itI mean an aching that your whole body leans over in painYour whole being aches to find support from elsewhereThis aching that spreads to your limbs […]

I love you he says, Don’t say that,I say, snatching it from his lipsDo not swear with your pure tongueDon’t let it get captured between the pearls that are your teeth If you knew what love was,you wouldn’t use it so lightly,Love is a word weighted in feathers and goldLaced in purity and painDo not […]