The Poet Darkling Poems

Here…take this ring from my finger,
It holds no meaning for me anymore.
The diamond's chipped and it's tarnished,
And the sight of it makes my heart sore.
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I'm not your huckleberry, baby
I'm not your angel of death
I'm not here to heal your heart
Nor am I here to steal your breath
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You look through me with those judgmental eyes
Those eyes that hide surprise until you realize
I don't care if you stare 'cuz I'll just stare right back
I'll counter your attack as you lunge for my back
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Here again are these feelings that keep welling up inside
Taking me for a ride, making me swallow my pride
Til I've got no pride left, nor any words to say
No way to make you stay, or get me to go away
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So, what is it you want to know? Do you really want to hear about my sleepless nights and how I sidestep my days as if they were a speeding bullet? Are you curious about the nightmares I try to pass off for daydreams while I chain-smoke on the porch and count the cars that drive past, oblivious to my tortured existence? Shall I ramble on about the scars that mark my flesh, or the ones that blight my soul? Will you listen intently or simply feign interest while I describe the horror story that lies behind each one?

How about I introduce you to my only companions, the ambiguous voices that taunt my every waking hour, remnants of broken promises and dead ambitions? It's not a pretty picture I paint, are you sure you want to see it? Yes, of course you do. We all slow down and crane our necks to see the accident on the side of the highway, why should you be any different? We wince and gasp but we can't look away, that's human nature.
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Herein lies the bitter story of me,
A tale of hurt and woe
Of a girl born already heartbroken
And drunk on a cheap Bordeaux
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Locked up by my own hand in armored ties
Under the scrutiny of unkind eyes
All my old demons begin to arise
And form a loud scream from innocent sighs
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You're gone now, it's over, you won't come back
You won't say why, is there something you lack?
What could I have done to keep it on track?
And what should I do with my leftover life?
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I see you calling, but I don't pick up…
What? Are you surprised by my reaction?
Just how long did you expect it to last
With you giving me no satisfaction?
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A wave of sorrow is her song
each note from her broken heart formed
she's sung the same song for so long
getting the tune from where love stormed
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