I HELD YOU THAN AND NOW AS A TROPHY OF SOME SORT
WINNER OF A SPORT, WON BY I
THE CURIOUS OF BOTH LOVE AND LIFE
THE CLOSEST THING TO PARADISE .
I THOUGHT I FELT A TEAR, IT WAS JUST A BLANK PAGE FALLEN FROM MY VIEW.
IT FELT LIKE HURT WOULD,
YET, A NUMB STATE SHOWERED ME WITH SOMETHING NEW.
BLED THOUGHTS
I SUPPOSE JUST LIKE YOU DID,
WHEN RAIN FELT LIKE INK MADE FOR TATTOOES.
PERMANENT BLOOD SHED CANNOT BE THE REASON WHY I GREW
IF ONE WAS NOT MEANT TO BE SLAVE TO PAIN
WHY DOES THIS HURT FEEL SO GOOD.
ITS FUNNY HOW THE CLOSEST THING TO NO GOOD,
IS NOW HEALING ANOTHER THAT IS NO GOOD.
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