I'm not as happy with this as I should be. I mean, I like the fact that this is the first poem I have wrote in over 10 months, but I hate the way it flows. My friend Sarah likes it, but I fear she was humoring me. Like my other poems, it's short and dark. I would KILL to write something happy and heartfelt.

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Your words cut deep
Rake your forked tongue
Against my battered flesh

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Morbid fantasies awaken
Your twisted figure
Broken, bleeding

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It's amazing how far I've come
How resilient one can be
I should have given up years ago
You're the only reason I remain

One can love
And one can hate
They are the same

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It's incredible how far I've fallen
How shattered I am inside
I'm starting to slide away
Your lie is starting to fade

I'm tired now
A hollow shell
Nothing left inside

Your job is done
I'll drift away
No more awake

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