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Poetry

we write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.

i did it first.

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by kennahemmo

by kennahemmo

i still remember the night you saw the red marks on my thigh.

i promised you you'd never have to see them again, but there they were.

i still remember the sinking feeling i felt when i saw your shattered heart through your tear filled eyes.

i still remember everything being thrown off your bedside table in .5 seconds flat.

i remember the blood seeping from your bruised knuckles.

i remember clinging to you and begging you to stop as the tree in front of you took another blow.

i'm so sorry you had to feel that.

i'm sorry i dragged you down.

i've spent so long wondering why you broke my heart, i forgot i broke yours first.