"I'm sorry I still think about,
How bumps and bruises heal.
But words I feigned to have forgot,
I- to this day- still feel.
I'm sorry I still ask myself,
If wounds you'd planted deep within,
Had all come to reveal themselves
As scars upon my skin.
If you saw all those bloodied bruises
That still clung to me this day
That you'd struck across my body,
With each hurtful word you'd say
Would you repeat those words again
If you had known that I have had it.
They say you scold me out of love,
But do you love me out of habit?
I'm sorry I sometimes forget
The greatest deeds you've done,
Yet cannot seem to shake off
This feeling that tells me 'run'.
And I try so hard to tell myself
You'd take back every thing,
If you'd ever known the kind of wounds,
They left beneath my skin.
But I'd never bring myself to ask,
In fear that you would say;
You knew the words had left a scar
But chose to look away..."
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
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Pocket Full Of Poetry | Collection Of My Original Poetry | Arabella Katt
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written. Enjoy! " I Climb Into The Tallest Tree, Where You Could Never Find Me, Where Words On Paper Planes Fly Free, Watch stories sail across the sea In My Ink Filled World Where I Can Be, With Pockets Full Of Poetry"...
