Jessica Beatty Poems

I met you in a dream
I loved you even then
My angel
My savoir
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Softly spoken I was not
Never soft
I have always had sharpe edges
The thought of soft things turns the bile in my gut
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In the middle of the night
When I was away from you
Did you ever dream of me
Call out my name
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The searing pain of your knife in my belly
The look of satisfaction on your face
as you lay beside me gleefully licking
at my wound with your forked tongue
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I can and will shatter your whole reality
Hatred is such a week word
Full of grace is my rage
My hands full of you
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Do you think I deserved it?
Were you justified in your actions?
When I lay on the floor bruised and crying
did you feel any remorse?
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There is so much that I could say
I don't own enough words
I miss you these days
we don't talk enough
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