Yarely Trujeque Palma Poems

He appeared at my window I asked him what he was doing here
He had no idea he was on shrooms and ecstasy, My guardian threatened to call the police. It hurt how much he didn't care, it hurt to see him fake a happy version of himself, it hurt to slash the razor on my fore-arm. But all-in-all I think I'll be okay...
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To be human you have:
problems & solving
love & hate
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The touch of fire against my skin burns
The touch of sharp razor blades against my skin cuts
The touch you have come to make to my heart breaks
Now I ask myself
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You're my crystalline
substance that makes my
headache & pain go away,
But I'm afraid to overdose
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what purpose is there to see light if the light is fading away by your actions?
You can't bring the light back because of all the damage that was put upon by your hands
good-bye my light I will drown in the darkness because that is where I belong for driving you away
I'm sorry my light for not treating you carefully and doing things right
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I look at you and see beauty, I touch you and feel perfection.
you are what my stories call a 'unicorn'
one of a kind, the last of it's own
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