Scars, Scabs, and Rags

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All In Love

How is it that you do this?

How is it that you lie?

Without knowing

Without showing

Showing off

Or Showing up.



How is it that you leave me

Hanging by a thread?

Don’t you know I’m dead now?

Don’t you know I’m fed?

Fed up.

Up.

Upside down.



What does it matter?

Wrong?

Right?

Truth?

Spite?

Damned me for eternity.

Damned me for my sins.



If loving you is sin enough,

Than I’m a sinner, true,

If loving you is damned enough,

Than I’m more damned than you,

More than you’d ever think,

Pain enough

Enough to drive to drink,



Enough to drive that stake,

Stake that life,

Take that life,

Find a way to make the price,

Make me dirtier than death,

Simpler than sign,

Smoother than rhyme,



Ignore what will go away,

Away ‘til our efforts decay,

Wrong until the right is paid

Damned until the sin is laid,



Showed and slain,

Made in pain,

Let me bleed

If you’ll believe me.

Don’t deceive me,

These truthful lips are

My last testament.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Blargs......

this is kind of a difficult situation.... behind this poem. It's just... I'm angry and depressed and so horribly unhappy....

I can't seem to shake it, even when I want to. And I don't want to blame... well. This situation. This certain person. It's like wanting revenge and grieving all at once.
It's like being hurt and caring to much all at once.
Not fair at all.

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