Yearning for the Hand that Hurts
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The broken fall for the broken,
Only to be left unattended, with no words spoken
Will the shattered pieces of the heart mend?
Would apologies undo the words that weren't meant?
~You Shattered my WORLD ~YET -
I tried to tape the pieces of my heart back into place
I tried to escape the past, yet I’m always the loser in this race
For I am haunted by the mere shadow of my own disgrace
By the image of my detested face
It has been years since you left me
But the bitterness tastes fresh
And your poisonous words seep into my flesh
The infection and the venom seep into my blood stream
Until I am, out of bitterness, unable to scream
In the end your poisonous memories seep down into the soil of my soul
And although they reek of destruction, without your inflicted pain I feel un-whole
To you I said once, I would savor your hate
yet now with my bruises, I reject this fate
~Your touch ~
Your hand used to sting my flesh, taint it blue
Until life turned dark and lost its hue
Until the feeling of being unable to feel manifests
Until the fighting spirit dies with my falling fists
~Peel off My skin~IF AND ONLY IF~
If I could peel off my skin
To remove the stigma of my sin
To erase YOU
To eradicate YOU
For my skin’s scent is of you
ALAS, I was just a toy for you to screw
It invades my world of seclusion and silence
It burns my bridges of sanity with impious temperance
Until I am strapped at the back of my own dark mind
Haunted and shattered, my stability I can no more find
~And I Wonder ~
After the sisters of fate have spun their wheel
I wonder about how I truly feel
For every time I vow to break free
You appear in my memories haunting me
~I HATE YOU- Me- For i am confused ~
Am I fool to yearn for the hand that hurts me?
Or am I that speck of dust with no self-worth to be free?
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