He held her hips
In a hurry to kiss her lips
On the amazing colorful dance floor...
She held her dress and ran out the door
In tears
Knowing this result...
Is her fault
She said "yes"
Even though she's a mess
He doesn't run after her full of no love...
For the girl
Who's taking a knife
To her thin
Perfect skin...
Throwing up secretly but spinning in a twerl
Acting so happy when she wants to take her own life...
The voices that she hears
Whispering in her mind
Making her hide behind
Two simple words with a smile...
And dimples that last a mile...
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Short Stories and Poems
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