![]() Twas A B***h, I Used To LoveA Poem by Idiotekque![]() She wears her scars like pretty rings, Holds them close like precious things ...![]() She wears her scars like pretty rings, Holds them close like precious things, Left in light for me to see, I push her softly, ne’er let her be,
Demands are muted, never heard, The year left dormant, undeterred, She walks in sun yet longs for cold, Her bruised remembrance always told,
I rend my flesh to mend her soul, But kindness leaves my mind with holes, I cry “I’m here!” on ears sewn shut, My heart a bleeding little s**t,
Fleeting guises quickly pass, She thinks they make her less an a*s, My bridge, it burns, but never falls, Like endless kicks right in my balls,
Yet here I stand, a wounded fool, Her loving, caring little tool, Forever, damning even lies, Blah, blah blah, blah blah blah, dies. © 2011 IdiotekqueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() IdiotekqueMakawao, HIAboutI'm 20 years old and I'm a writing student living in Hawaii. Writing is my passion, and I'm striving to break into the market doing something I really love. more..Writing
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