Knife-You
No pain
as the wound is made;
you were sharpened to perfection.
Not until I started to bleed
Did I ever find it hard to breathe,
When memories turned into infection
No make-up today
What can i say?
Only you makes me feel pretty
But now I'm alone
Only you feels like home--
Trying to avoid their easy pity
You painless blade!
See the cuts you've made!
Come back, plug up the holes in me
as the wound is made;
you were sharpened to perfection.
Not until I started to bleed
Did I ever find it hard to breathe,
When memories turned into infection
No make-up today
What can i say?
Only you makes me feel pretty
But now I'm alone
Only you feels like home--
Trying to avoid their easy pity
You painless blade!
See the cuts you've made!
Come back, plug up the holes in me
posted by emma at 4:00 PM
6 Comments:
I'll be your band-aid
I'll help ease your pain
But it tears me up to think that HE's driving you insane
Let me be your shelter,
Your never-dying rose
Because no matter what I tell you
I will never know.
(try and figure who wrote this one...Oh and btw..I like that poem it's exactly how I feel when my bf goes home.)
aww.... i's sah-wee...
Really really good!I totally love it!
well, thank you much! but i'm curious...who are you?
(btw I wrote that poem so hahahhahahaha)(not the peom that's on your blog but the one in these commments....duh)
no crap you wrote it. it's under your name, ya dink.
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