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Coward

My mouth “beats me to the punch”,
And my fists don’t follow.
This shameful fact about me
Is a bitter pill to swallow.

“Less tell, more show,” I always think
To myself, but it doesn’t go through.
I always act from impulsive emotions,
Not my long nights feeling blue.

“Find the bitch, make her pay,”
An angry grudge whispers in my ear.
“Beat her when she’s bound and gagged;
Strike her whoring heart with fear.”

“Give him what’s been coming to him,”
Says a freshly wounded heart.
Yet the tenderness of love holds me back,
Although its been stomped on and ripped apart.

A part of me wants to run like hell
And save myself from another heartache.
I still lay my head on the chopping block;
Execution is a risk I always take.

The fighter still lives within me;
I can feel her screaming bloody murder.
I resist the urge to quench her thirst,
But I can never quiet her.

I spit and seethe in my anger;
I wallow in my deepest sorrows.
I seek to take action as soon as I can,
But the motivation always fades on the morrow.



just something I wrote a couple months ago and forgot about
Written by KittyFromHell
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