I did nothing wrong
Yet you made it seem like I did
For every time you raised your hand
And every time you put your bloody knuckles to my skin
I fell apart more and more....
And now that your history
And I'm with someone new
You are perfectly fine
But I still flinch when
He lifts his gentle hand.
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Poorly written I know. But oh well.
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Sad thoughts for the saddest people
PoetryThese are poems I have either written myself or found online. If there is a star (*) beside it I wrote it myself. WARNING SOME THINGS MAY BE TRIGGERING
