The smell of candy forces the pain to evacuate.
She kisses glass, as crystals evaporate.
Vodka is the fragrance of her perfume.
Her panties are wet for the 'John next door' in her room.
The past has taken her once modelled face.
The poisons she uses unbottled her grace;
Pouring deep down the dark rabbit hole,
Where her mind follows for hope to chase.
Once wanted by men who yearned for her kiss;
Now hard to look at and easy to miss.
She beat death more times than she can count on her hand;
Many more times then she has tallied onto her wrists.
Her teeth are loose, few have fallen.
Her eyes; darkened, blue and swollen.
Once envied by women for the shape of her body.
Just another gem her habits have stolen.
We see a beast, though beauty is only skin deep.
Her shell is tarnished, broken and weak;
A reflection of the person who she is inside.
As we flaunt our pretty masks while our 'ugly' we hide.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoesieWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
