I placed the band-aids
On every gash,
On every open wound
Left by every painful slash.I licked my wounds
And kept to my self,
Putting the memories
By my pride, on the shelf.Before I was sure
I was doing all better,
You came along
With that touching love letter.You told me lies,
Making me trust you.
I ignored all the warnings,
Telling me not to.I was comfortable with you
And I guess I should have seen it coming,
When you tore off my band-aids,
The pain strong and painfully stunning.Since then I've needed
More band-aids and more tissues.
I was too eager to be cared for,
And now I have trust issues.
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When Happy People Cry
PoésieA collection of mostly melancholy (and at times excessively weird) poems.. and by the way, although the poems are mine, the cover art isn't and I just thought I'd say so.