Your sword vs my pen Poems

The bruises that you hide
Conceal the pain inside.
The scars that never fade,
The vodka, the razorblades.
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I wanted to be that iceberg,
The crash and fall into.
You disappear; will we ever meet again
At the tip of this scene?
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You lie on the tarmac
In shimmering lace,
Shivering, hiding your face.
My tongue can still taste
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This is the board,
This game we all play-
Fighting for the top spot in your heart
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I wish the stars could cry-
The sky, bled dry
By your desire.
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Hopelessly lonely;
I thought I’d get through it alone,
But you twisted my arm
And made me do it.
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Your religion doesn’t carry
On this frequency,
The empty streets are deaf,
And dreaming for themselves.
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Drown the world out
In cold grey sound,
Spin round until my vision fails,
And everything is veiled black.
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This pen doesn’t speak
The words
The way you do.
I’m running out of ink,
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Your handsome seat-
Upon a throne of rotting meat
You sit so proud.
A clown,
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