Pricking myself with a thorn from a pretty rose to watch the blood come out gives me the same enjoyment to watch as if i was doing it to someone else
Its not my fault that I think this way
Im sorry
I dont mean to hurt you
But i did at the same time
its a bit to much fun
i will never understand how you forgive me so easily
im toxic remember?
i mean we all need a little less toxicity in our lives, right?
The questions are what get you
You freeze up and stare like i just stripped for you
or you end up looking away
i know you better than your own boyfriend
your boyfriend doesnt even talk to you half the time
its okay though, the longer you are together the longer i get to test him
I say im going to hit you and he does nothing
I never lay a finger on you
But the one day i actually do
what will he do?
tell me to stop?
you are deathly afraid of me yet you still talk to me like nothing happened
when your finger gently presses against my thorns
is when i know ive won for that day
other times its the other way around
you prick me and i prick you
my fingers are all cut up while your arms are all bleeding out
ive got my thorns deep into your skin
and you still want to be my friend
i dont understand it
i will never understand it
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Look Past My Imperfections
PoesieThis will be a series of poems which means every single page will be something different. Some of These poems will be on my mind and some of them will be actual events in my life. I wont be telling you which ones have actually happened to me. Edit...
