"How many scars did you justify, because you love the person holding the knife?"
How many gashes are you only feeling now that they aren't there, Pretending they didn't cause them?
How many cuts are healing now that you aren't pretending they don't Exist?
How many knives have you pulled out of your back now that they aren't there pushing them in deeper?
How many wounds are burning now that they aren't there to kiss them?
All of these are saying the same.
How many times did you Forgive them..
After they Hurt you?
After they Broke you.
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Poems of a broken artist
ŞiirDifferent poems to work on helping myself and others. Mostly just to try something new. usually going to be sad but I like happy endings.
