Another poem book because I have learned how to write not as shitty poems

4 Memories and a Lie

So I got off on some writing tangent (if that even makes sense) and started writing these just run on yet short poems. All of them are memories of things that happened in my life, besides the first one (obviously), many many many years ago. 

I don't know the best way to punctuate them but I tried to make them a little more understandable although the lack a punctuation was to also help the flow. 

Hope they aren't too shit. I actually like them a lot which is not something the happens often lol. 

*possible triggers*

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I stare out,

Out at you

Wondering what I had to lose

I had clothes on my body

But my heart felt bare:

Stripped of its purity

You words are what it will wear.

I'll look down at my arms

And see my pale skin littered with chances,

All the chances that I gave you

And you chose to abuse

I am looked at as lucky

Because this roof that hangs over my head

But sometimes I see the same ceiling

Stealing my breath.

I could touch it,

For it'd be closer than the ground

I could tell it,

That I notice its significance now.

I'll picture that it winks back:

The popcorn textured eyes

I'll imagine it wearing my clothes:

I hope it is warm.

He looked down at me every night

And smiled

But he knew nothing was alright

Is that why he drew me pictures?

Showing me how he could fix it

I suppose he's the one who made me mad

You'll be a room over

And won't hear the ceiling scream

He holds me so I can sleep soundly

The only arms in this house

That held me like the loved me

Or even touched me at all

And not feel like a beating

My heart's head is bowed,

As it wears it scarlet necklace,

It has given up

And the ceiling watched both of us fall

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On the rainbow rug

There were painted on constraints

I stood on the red block

And you sat in a chair

I crossed the whole room

Just to share some filthy words

Why did I feel like getting rid of