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The Girl Who Hates To LoveBreak what once was whole and give a half to you, The Girl Who Hates To Love by ~xLeylunax
The one that I stole.
The place, not on the pedestal, drowns me under laughter she holds softly,
So I’ve become a menace, the evil in this story.
Quietly lurk the shadows, I can see the curtain’s drawn,
A veil to shroud this love we so wrongfully did spawn.
I’ve become the geisha, the mistress night depicts,
Beneath a moon that sheds no tears alike, that hardly gives off light.
The match is far from equal, every curve that shapes her body,
I would never be the sequel.
Why, I am not so perfect, I am not like her,
I am not the actress, I know you would prefer.
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The Girl with Her PencilThe Girl with Her PencilThe Girl with Her Pencil by =wdnest
It took the drone of the fan
As the girl, torn, stared at, touched, humilated
Sees the lifeless grey cat
Sleeping in the start of autumn
Here, was her different life
It was calmer, more precise
Easier to manage, thoughts abound
A slight flutter of the birds outside
All she did was leave
Leave the nightmare of what it was
Endure the accusations, names, dramas
Thoughts and harrassment, she turns her
Head left, in the misery of it all
Glistening up into the clouds
Now forming and a rose developi
Abuse - General
Never Caught On Fire till NowI have always been burnt all my life,Never Caught On Fire till Now by ~gymskoolgirl
I was born in this world's Hell on earth, the trife.
Being threaten and beaten,
Assaulted and molested,
All these burn marks never heal and leave,
They remind me of past horrors as I grieve.
Soon, I was saved from only people that snared,
Put into a loving world where people cared.
I've been burnt so many times my heart turned to ash,
But I'm seen as murderous, cold hearted trash.
In a new, loving world, where everything is flammable,
I accidently burn others, I'm damnable.
I look at burn marks on my body,
And I repeat my pain and burn somebody.
I don't know why, but I do,
Whenever I see cl
Domestic and Relationship abuse
The Lock To My KeyStanding in a street, my face speaks words that state free,The Lock To My Key by *lackofevolution
My face repeats the message; you hold the lock to my key,
I don't cry tears, instead a look,
Take the chapter, I offer of the aging book,
My mothers kiss is wanted however a fear,
For the action that follows, the opposite of a tear,
I grab m blanket, a shelter to hide within,
Knowing my mothers absence gives a rise to my fathers' sin,
He has a hand beyond his control,
He speaks however actions patrol,
My teddy bear cries, my pillow begins to shake,
Or is it my body? a confusion of love my father will make,
The door opens with complete silence,
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Reality And The PretendThe difference between talking face to face and on the phone,Reality And The Pretend by *lackofevolution
A strong foundation makes a house, a home,
My father walks with strength next to me,
I fail to look up, I can't acknowledge what you see,
Vengeful fists search my bedroom,
Bruises to create and hide, an aging tomb,
Remorseful eyes appear now and again,
To hold a personalised criminal and call him a friend,
Like my mother, you remain in an ignorant position,
Blurring realties, fact easily becomes fiction,
I hold my fathers hand before crossing the street,
Palms attempt to hide swet, each suddle defeat,
Scars live, a time lost,
The scars have children, the next cost,
Emotional and Verbal Abuse
Emotional expressions and venting feelings