Take a wrong step
Make a wrong move
And it's all over
Now you're black and blue.His big fist raises
His body lunges
It's a good thing you learned to move
Or you would have been receiving his punches.Why won't you stop turning her blue?
Please, I'm begging
Leave her be
Turn me purple too.For if you do,
She can finally rest
And this time,
She won't be so lonely,
Because I'll be there too.
Except this time, I'll be bloody and blue.Please stop shattering my soul.
Instead, please shatter my bones
For if you do,
She'll finally be able to leave her bed
To see the morning dew.And even though it hurts,
Even though it burns,
She'll be safe,
Even as my stomach turnsThe sound of her screeching
The thumps from your beating
Are all sickening
So please
Cause me to be the one bleeding.Through the panic attacks,
And when the insomnia wracks
I think of you...
And now
I want to be the one to turn you blue.
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•𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢•
Poesía𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖...