If you pay close enough attention, you'll see the birds scatter as soon as he gets home. Some say it's his loud truck but I think it's his tone. When he slams the door the house shudders but for some reason only, I feel it. And when his words make me question my existence, I stay quiet. When his temper gets loud, I am the only one who hears it. And when he burns down the structure of our house, only, I am there to feel it. For some reason, everybody loves him his laid-back personality and love bombing. But I'd rather him stab me with a knife thousands of times then live a whole life with him. And yes, I know he's charming his perfect white smile, his perfect blue eyes. He truly could make a religion with his lies. Some say it's me that I'm too soft. But he ruins every moment and makes me sick to my stomach. And I hate myself more than him and I can't help but wonder if I bring out the worst in him. Even though my therapist says living in constant fear isn't a way to live, and even though I do truly hate him. For some reason leaving this doesn't seem like an option.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
