Trauma follows me like
A dog snarling, limping, and rotten
It wants my head on a pike
Something for chewing and eating, then forgotten
Limping cause I fought
Rotten cause I won.
But it seems all for naught,
Cause it keeps on keeping on.
Love is hard when you're ruined,
Torn, bruised, bloodied, broken
Covered in scars and beaten in
Run from it, those feelings
Why feel them when you're nothin?
Run from it, those feelings
There's no point in keeping tryin.
But there's not an escape,
Despite this ugly broken thing I am
People see a billowing cape
A hero, an idol, what a fucking scam
A perfect person who never learns
Don't you see what scars that's earned?
A perfect person who never learns
Fall in love again, wonder how that will go.
Pure luck lead me to my fate
A person who actually cares enough
To soak their clothes in liquid hate
To hold me, with my edges rough.
Bloodied, broken.
Loving, spoken,
Hurting, waiting,
For it all to spin down the drain.
No one can handle it. Not forever.
Wait for the other shoe to drop.
And never learn.
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PoetryVent poetry It's frowned upon putting your heart on your sleeve with such a weak code like a three number pin. For both of our sakes I hope you aren't the type to spend your time digging your claws in and working to decode someone else's words an...
