Melissa Black

Rotting in my heart-shaped box,
he took me out to play with him.
Twirling in a cornicopia of lace and ribbon,
short skirts and dirty fantasies.
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Release the anger; start the beating.
I was the canvas you chose to paint red.

Break into me,
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He'll lay you down,
so soft, in delicate red.
Trace the lines along your neck,
and try to soothe the pain.
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Don't tiptoe around me 'cause
my heart is made of glass.
Don't fight to finish,
fight to last.
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One final apology,
beautifully contoured
into shades of my traumatic past,
terrible and hopeless.
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Hollow screams echo hatred into the darkness.
Decay covers the blood in my guilt-filled eyes,
and I've taken every good thing in your life so
Misery can take your soul for a devastating ride.
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Years of nine out of ten finally got the best of me.
For weeks I lay in bed tossing in my sleep, dying to catch my breath.
So many wasted days...
To make the teacher proud of the writer I had to pretend to be.
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No one can see it,
but I'm dying I swear,
and if you came to my funeral,
well, what would you wear?
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Nothing's good enough,
and nothing will ever be.
I'm not the little girl,
I used to be.
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