*Detail Post* -I hope
You’re a vandalist, a pillager.
You take my memories and manipulate them so I think
I’m the one to blame.
Graffiti love on my heart so I can’t deny
You ever gave it to me.
You take the marrow from my bones
And leave the cavern desolate inside.
So I look back to you to fill the hole I can’t find.
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Honesty was never something you gave to me.
You’d rather crack the glass surrounding my heart with your lies
And fuse it back with fire that burns my skin.
You’re a thief dressed in a halo,
A demon disquised as a saint.
You’re the frostbite on a winter morning
Stealing the warmth from my body.
I wish you’d stop playing dress up and show the world who you are.
Show them who you are, to me.
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Take your crobar back and stop trying to break in.
Scrub the false promises you etched on my bones
And give me back my courage because without you,
I have nothing.
I am nothing.
You stole my dignity, pocketed it on your last visit
And sold it to pay for your addiction to pain.
Tricked me into believing you were my foundation
To make me need your support,
Your control.
To make me carry the burdens you didn’t want to.
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I’m done with this codependent relationship,
I’m taking my life back,
And I don’t care if you return what you stole
Because you can’t take my will.
I may be bruised, and ignorant.
I may have nothing,
But at least I know it’s my life,
And not filled with white lies you told me to keep me close.
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-The Splintered Pencil
The Splintered Pencil 