Submissions by Somewhere_Somehow

We met in late June,

Back when the Wicked witch still had her Broom.

Making poisons and potions,

She tried to stop our emotions.

The beginning of August,

The fear and pain had left us.

Listening to sin just to call our cues,

Wasting my time tracing your tattoos.

Fresh in November,

We were up to surrender.

Hanging our heads in endless shame.

If only we knew we weren't the ones to blame.

Late in January,

Our lungs were airy.

Our blood was blue,
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Why do you do this to yourself?

You act as if your just dust on a shelf.

Unloved and untouched

Only noticed by a hand's swift brush.

The cuts you make are only skin deep,

The blade won't reach the problems so steep.

You are the world's puppet

Bounded by your string's covet.

Stop the weather that only brings you hail.

Keep the hammer from hitting your nail.

Be meek enough to hold the lock to being free,

But be strong enough to let me be the key.

The words of our past are written in blood.

Staring at the wall,

Tears flowing like a flood.

The wall is anger,

The wall is the excuse.

The reason for my bruised knuckles.

The wrath of my abuse.

I look at the wall.

The paint untouched.
A clean, plain wall.

The anger never left from my hand to surface.

The pain is still inside.

But yet,

There is still bruises on my heart

From the blows to my pride.

Goodbye my love.
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You see past darkened speech,

Therefore you know when I speak.

Glistened eyes break when crying,

The shattering eyes are all you seek.

Love is an uncontrollable ocean,

Yet You sip on the same water the drowns me.

When receiving new roots,

You broke all the branches to my tree .

You don’t watch me as I sleep,

For eyelids are better closed eternally.

You take my body’s veins,

And cut them evenly.

You frost my window,

Yet melt my fingertips when we touch.
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