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Why do you take me in,
Show me warmth
And expect me not to burn?
In all my selfishness
I run eagerly to your exposed flame,
Watch as it dances happily; content,
Hiding your own distress behind a thick skin-
A beautiful mask.
Why, why, why
I ask,
A repetitive drilling in my head,
Driving me insane at it's every sadistic knell.
I deserve not your warmth,
I warrant not your friendship,
I am fit for your hate; your scorn; your passion.
I, who adore you for yourself:
Your incandescent, unique nature-
The sparkle of your eyes at the mere mention of a thing you love-
Your excited mannerisms.
I, who would you take my life a thousand different ways had I the opportunity to offer it.
I, who would feel any emotion from you- so long as it were for selfish, old me.
Show me warmth
And expect me not to burn?
In all my selfishness
I run eagerly to your exposed flame,
Watch as it dances happily; content,
Hiding your own distress behind a thick skin-
A beautiful mask.
Why, why, why
I ask,
A repetitive drilling in my head,
Driving me insane at it's every sadistic knell.
I deserve not your warmth,
I warrant not your friendship,
I am fit for your hate; your scorn; your passion.
I, who adore you for yourself:
Your incandescent, unique nature-
The sparkle of your eyes at the mere mention of a thing you love-
Your excited mannerisms.
I, who would you take my life a thousand different ways had I the opportunity to offer it.
I, who would feel any emotion from you- so long as it were for selfish, old me.
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Delightfully Disturbing
How delightfully disturbing
My life has been.
You can beat me, abuse me, rape me, and drug me,
But I will always be me,
Or maybe it's the other me.
There are two,
Well now maybe three.
The difference is clear.
If I had to name them,
It would be Rain, Mom, and Andrea.
Rain is me, the real me, born on the 18th of September
In that clean pristine hospital,
With its white walls and florescent lights.
Brought into the world,
To be sexually abused by the man I called dad
To be forgotten and forsaken by the woman I called mom
To be beaten by my mothers third husband
To be an adult at the age of five
To be beaten and raped by the f
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Broken, Lost, And Alone...
Used To Be So Right
But It Went So Wrong.
Had You By My Side,
Heart Glowing Bright,
Love Growing Wide.
Until I Lost It All,
Having You Far From Gone.
Broken Hearts Here And There,
Shattered Like Mirrors And Glass.
I Broke Your Heart,
Leaving You Behind
With No Choice,
And You Broke My Heart
Without Knowing...
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Bittersweet Memories
Bittersweet memories
embedded in my head
times of love and times of pian
times of hope and times of dread.
Broken hope
broken heart
broken dreams
all because we are so far apart.
Nothing left to say
nothing more to do
your gone now
but i'll always have the pain you drew.
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I really don't know if I worded this right... Considering I wrote it straight into the text entry here on dA, it's definitely not a serious poem in terms of literary style. It's just a fancy to help relieve some of this pent up emotion <3
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very nice