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Laceration
Barbed insults flow forth,
From the tip of your tongue
And no matter how far down I fall,
For you, I can never fall far enough
You want to hurt me,
Cause me pain
You want to break me,
Drive me insane
Your love is twisted...
Your love is killing me...
Your love's a laceration!
Cutting,
And wounding,
Bleeding,
And seeping
I fear it,
It leaves me weeping...
A way out is what I'm seeking...
Your love is lacerating me...
You want to hold me down,
With the heel of your boot
I know your love's not real,
And everyday you give me proof
You want to hurt me,
Cause me pain
You want to break me,
Drive me insane
Your love is twisted,
I should have resisted,
Your love is killing me...
Your love's a laceration!
Cutting,
And wounding,
Bleeding,
And seeping
I fear it,
It leaves me weeping...
A way out is what I'm seeking...
Your love is lacerating me...
In the night you come to me,
And fulfill your needs
And every time you do it,
I feel I'm losing my grip on reality
You've slid your fingers,
Into my brain
You want to break me,
Keep me in chains!
Your love is twisted,
I should have resisted,
How could I have predicted?
Your love is killing me...
Your love's a laceration!
Cutting,
And wounding,
Bleeding,
And seeping
I fear it,
It leaves me weeping...
A way out is what I'm seeking...
Your love is lacerating me!
jlp January 1, 2009
Barbed insults flow forth,
From the tip of your tongue
And no matter how far down I fall,
For you, I can never fall far enough
You want to hurt me,
Cause me pain
You want to break me,
Drive me insane
Your love is twisted...
Your love is killing me...
Your love's a laceration!
Cutting,
And wounding,
Bleeding,
And seeping
I fear it,
It leaves me weeping...
A way out is what I'm seeking...
Your love is lacerating me...
You want to hold me down,
With the heel of your boot
I know your love's not real,
And everyday you give me proof
You want to hurt me,
Cause me pain
You want to break me,
Drive me insane
Your love is twisted,
I should have resisted,
Your love is killing me...
Your love's a laceration!
Cutting,
And wounding,
Bleeding,
And seeping
I fear it,
It leaves me weeping...
A way out is what I'm seeking...
Your love is lacerating me...
In the night you come to me,
And fulfill your needs
And every time you do it,
I feel I'm losing my grip on reality
You've slid your fingers,
Into my brain
You want to break me,
Keep me in chains!
Your love is twisted,
I should have resisted,
How could I have predicted?
Your love is killing me...
Your love's a laceration!
Cutting,
And wounding,
Bleeding,
And seeping
I fear it,
It leaves me weeping...
A way out is what I'm seeking...
Your love is lacerating me!
jlp January 1, 2009
Literature
Angel Eyes
Angel eyes covered with
Bleeding facades of the past.
Whisper not into my heart
But onto my lips
Reaching down into my soul.
Literature
Unsent
Dear,
I'm too afraid to say your name,
I think you'd think I was weird if you realized
That guy that barely knows you
And that you've only talked to once or twice,
Is writing about you right now.
If all goes steady,
Then you had better get used to it.
Dear,
It's slowly progressing in little steps
But I know soon enough it'll fade for awhile,
It still feels so distant,
And the tension is building.
That is,
I'm building up hope
And tension is beginning to stress
My heartstrings.
Note to Self:
I've found that maybe my worst enemy
Is my reaction to what one person says
Rather than falling back upon
What several other people s
Literature
Preoccupied
You come to me in
fits and starts,
moments stolen
between projects,
minutes spared
from more
important things.
Are you really so busy?
Or is it something more?
A fear, perhaps, that
should you taste
me too deeply,
the hours will spin
away beyond your
ability to catch them?
That your thoughts
will no longer heed
your rationality?
No? Shall we test it then?
Today, give me your
undivided attention -
just one day with me
in a quiet room
among clean, scented linens,
October breezes
fluttering the curtains
as bright morning slides
unnoticed into afternoon,
shadows growing unhurried
toward night.
Now, tell me again
ho
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To keep someone around just so you can hurt them, because you derive pleasure from their pain, is wrong.
To tell them that you love them while hurting them is evil.
I was with someone like this once, and I've seen countless accounts of this kind of treatment here on dA.
Abuse is abuse, no matter how you color it, how you describe it, no matter what excuses you make.
There is no excuse for it.
Become aware of yourself and what you are worth as a person, stop giving in, stop believing the lies that hold you down.
Live.
To tell them that you love them while hurting them is evil.
I was with someone like this once, and I've seen countless accounts of this kind of treatment here on dA.
Abuse is abuse, no matter how you color it, how you describe it, no matter what excuses you make.
There is no excuse for it.
Become aware of yourself and what you are worth as a person, stop giving in, stop believing the lies that hold you down.
Live.
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so so true. we always hold on to people you are slowly killing us inside.