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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.
 
 
 
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 9th Apr 2014
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