I used to believe,
The blade was my only friend.
But I realized,
That friends don't cut each other,
Or make the other bleed.
The blade,
Was my sworn enemy.
They did say...
Hold your enemy closer
Than your own brother...
Which I did so willingly.
I had to let go...
And be free.
It's so hard not to embrace it,
And claim it as my friend and lover.
I crave for its closeness,
But how can one love,
The thing the betrays them?
Or embrace the red streaks,
From the blade,
Making love to the veins?
Maybe it's because,
It makes someone feel as if,
They are in control.
Or that...
They may be able to escape reality,
And fall dead upon the floor.
Then when the sun in the morn rises,
All pains erased.
This is how I felt...
But now?
I'm just lost
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Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
