Her Name Poem by Cait Secret
Her Name
A named carved into my chest...
Do I dare say name aloud?
I cry as she continues to carve the name.
She shows me the razor blade...
It's covered in blood...
My sweet crimson blood...
She holds me down as i scream
I scream in pain as she cuts deeper...
Blood oozes out from the cuts that spell her name...
Evil.
Sadistic.
Beautiful.
The words that discribe this girl.
This girl who carves her name into my chest.
This girl who causes me so much pain.
This girl who betrayed me.
This girl I loved...
This girl I hate...
This girl named...
Love...
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5/9/2024 1:19:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love can be as cruel as your poem describes, but she can also heal all your hurts and sooth your soul like nothing else in this world. We have to take the rough with the smooth, even when it means blades. Effective writing. Well written. Smiling at you Tai