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I lashed out
with my biting tongue
speaking from
a hurt space
of my own.
Targeting the undeserving
there is a masochistic
part of me that knew
I would get as good as I gave
if not better.
In this case I was bested
checkmate game over.
Heart cut and bleeding out
the wounds in me can now heal
torn flesh seared
no more ink shall spill
from these lips
that isn't earned.
It matters to me
that I painted
someone the villain
in this story
when I'm the wicked one
if I seem all over the board
I am.
Riding the manic waves
missing the medical dope
I was receiving
in a place of bliss
for awhile.
Now my existence
is checkered with
feelings unchecked
not knowing what to do with them
I put my head in the gators mouth
crazy I know but that's me.
Really I'm afraid of tenderness
though I long for it
needing to be embraced
afraid of being pushed away
so I play with fire
knowing i'll get burned.
Learning who I am
a daunting task
my writing at times
slaps me in the face
I don't know
if i'll ever be the same.
with my biting tongue
speaking from
a hurt space
of my own.
Targeting the undeserving
there is a masochistic
part of me that knew
I would get as good as I gave
if not better.
In this case I was bested
checkmate game over.
Heart cut and bleeding out
the wounds in me can now heal
torn flesh seared
no more ink shall spill
from these lips
that isn't earned.
It matters to me
that I painted
someone the villain
in this story
when I'm the wicked one
if I seem all over the board
I am.
Riding the manic waves
missing the medical dope
I was receiving
in a place of bliss
for awhile.
Now my existence
is checkered with
feelings unchecked
not knowing what to do with them
I put my head in the gators mouth
crazy I know but that's me.
Really I'm afraid of tenderness
though I long for it
needing to be embraced
afraid of being pushed away
so I play with fire
knowing i'll get burned.
Learning who I am
a daunting task
my writing at times
slaps me in the face
I don't know
if i'll ever be the same.
Published 22nd Feb 2014
| Edited 9th Apr 2014
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22nd Feb 2014 8:13pm
Push you away, Never!
Outstanding write sweets!!
Love the read!!!
PEN ON!!!!!
Sir Lancelott
Outstanding write sweets!!
Love the read!!!
PEN ON!!!!!
Sir Lancelott
22nd Feb 2014 8:24pm
22nd Feb 2014 10:04pm
"Really I'm afraid of tenderness
though I long for it
needing to be embraced
afraid of being pushed away
so I play with fire
knowing i'll get burned"
I know this Crim all to well. Acceptance is a way of moving forward. Hold your head up high beautiful.
Great release. Ink it all out. :)
though I long for it
needing to be embraced
afraid of being pushed away
so I play with fire
knowing i'll get burned"
I know this Crim all to well. Acceptance is a way of moving forward. Hold your head up high beautiful.
Great release. Ink it all out. :)
23rd Feb 2014 8:54am
Scorn surfaces are marks of my love
Pain that bleeds as I dance with fire
Comfort in the truth of wounds that never lie
They heal unlike damage of a broken heart.
I fear not the flight of love, only the devastating fall.
This was a powerful write Crim, bleeds emotions that is gripping, revealing much, as a reader and a writer.
Much respect, to the lady of fire.
Pain that bleeds as I dance with fire
Comfort in the truth of wounds that never lie
They heal unlike damage of a broken heart.
I fear not the flight of love, only the devastating fall.
This was a powerful write Crim, bleeds emotions that is gripping, revealing much, as a reader and a writer.
Much respect, to the lady of fire.
23rd Feb 2014 8:55am
22nd Feb 2014 10:06pm
22nd Feb 2014 10:50pm
Embrace the 'rebirth' of you lady! Truly raw, n sad I'm sure you don't know your pen worth at times but you are most definitely a gem lady :) ...don't let those dark thoughts defeat you
23rd Feb 2014 8:57am
23rd Feb 2014 00:06am
Sooo many deeply felt lines here Miss Crim. Your turmoil in questioning your situation is well felt. Once again I trust you will see your worth as we do lovely lady. Strength in vulnerability is a pure strength. I believe you will win from yours. Heartfelt ink Lady Crim. Thank you.
23rd Feb 2014 8:58am
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Anonymous
23rd Feb 2014 3:41am
How this write has touched my heart beyond words. My heart is bleeding tears. So emotional. :(
23rd Feb 2014 9:00am
23rd Feb 2014 4:30am
I too feel this deep, no matter the burn, we still play with fire! Wonderful poem Crim, thank you for sharing. :)
23rd Feb 2014 9:01am
23rd Feb 2014 9:46am
somehow it always seems worth being burned... so relatable Brenda xo peace to you, beautiful lady
23rd Feb 2014 10:08am
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23rd Feb 2014 3:20pm
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23rd Feb 2014 7:33pm
u got throw some love not this piece crim .. thus is so beautiful .. the way u take me to ur traumatised state if mind is fantastic ...
great read ..
keep Rollin
cyanide.
great read ..
keep Rollin
cyanide.
24th Feb 2014 00:55am
Anonymous
23rd Feb 2014 9:20pm
None of us are ever perfect but to recognize our weaknesses is the strength itself.
Powerful write Brenda, every line jars and shakes the foundations of absolute.
Powerful write Brenda, every line jars and shakes the foundations of absolute.
24th Feb 2014 00:56am
25th Feb 2014 9:11am
it's tough to dry out from the pharmaceuticals. those med school grads know what heaven is. your poem is hardcore...
25th Feb 2014 9:48am
yeah it is I was in heaven for awhile then crashed in hell being an ex heroin addict it awoke a demon in me.. thank you for getting this poem John.. much love Crim
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3rd Mar 2014 10:12pm
thank you Gabriel for a most gracious comment touching my heart :) much love Crim
