No Longer Poem by Kristinahh KIMBER

Though the power of your divine hand saluths me
i feel as your hand bleeds
anxiously bleeding as hurting me once again
taunting me as you felt as i hurt you
though the scars to proove apon yourself are shone
the deep inner scars of my divine slef are hidden
under the world you call your home
the underworld you fought so hard to keep
do not dream for dreaming is for believers
believers of a fine state of gartitue and thanks
for what they knew that they have always had
no to bleed as one offers a shake apon the hand
to run as though now forced apon ones self
to stay with the ones they know they love
even though it may kill them
it still hurts more to let them go