Chris Newlash Poems

I'm broken...
I tripped...
I took a step and slipped,
I fell so far, I crashed the car,
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Mirror mirror on the wall.....
Am I short or thin and tall?
Am I ugly, fat, or thin.
Can barley bare to look again....
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How I miss the shape blade race across my skin.
How I miss you slice me up, again and then again.
How I miss me hurt myself, I am not so sure.
How I miss to feel alive, for all I can endure.
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You're my everything, you're my all.
You're the one that breaks my fall.
You're my reason for awaking,
You're so sweet, so breath taking.
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Oh, how I want to press escape
To leave this life and all mistakes.
To press the button, how I dare
To wake up and be elsewhere.
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I know I'm not a mannequin,
I know I'm not stick thin,
I know I don't have perfect skin,
I know it's not like porcelain.
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Hey there Mr. Perfect,
Hello never wrong.
Good morning beautiful,
Sorry distance is so long.
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I opened up, I let you in.
I did it once, and once again.
And there you came knocking on my door,
Of course I let you back in for more.
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You used to be my inspiration.
My lovely little fascination.
My darling baby, my one and only.
But now you're gone, I'm sad and lonely...
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Touch me till i feel controlled,
Hug me till hot turns to cold,
Kiss me till I'm satisfied,
Do me again just, for the ride.
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