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In My World
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Dark Poetry I almost enjoy when we are fighting.
It’s when, in excess, I am writing.
Bitter words from a bitter heart.
Cynical and hateful from the start.
It’s hear I release all of my fear
and shed not one single tear.
I love you– I hate you– it’s all in a day
and I care not if you leave or stay.
It’s where you blame me for all the faults
when you couldn’t fathom what I’ve thought.
About you, about me, about us in flames,
about my wedding dress, soaked with rain.
Here you don’t know the blood I’ve spilled
or how I live with all your guilt.
How you pinned me for such a fool,
and used me like a living tool.
Here I can tell you that I am done
with your useless words and shallow love.
It’s here that I can put you down
while you’re still kicking me to the ground.
It’s funny how love goes this way.
It’s here where I leave you, but here it will stay.
