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Our house is made of paper
Painted to look like stone.
The flimsy walls shake with every word,
Tear with every silent sob,
And desperate, dying groan.
It has seen four hearts
Come together,
And four lives
Be ripped apart.
It wilts with the weight
Of all it’s seen, all it knows,
Yet still it stands
Upon this barren land
Where it should have fallen years ago.
Painted to look like stone.
The flimsy walls shake with every word,
Tear with every silent sob,
And desperate, dying groan.
It has seen four hearts
Come together,
And four lives
Be ripped apart.
It wilts with the weight
Of all it’s seen, all it knows,
Yet still it stands
Upon this barren land
Where it should have fallen years ago.
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Scars
Standing in the shower
Skin turning redder
I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins
Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight
The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me
I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
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scars are more than upside down smiles
to put the parallel lines decorating my wrists
like outdated wallpaper to use, i would peel
the scar tissue like the rind of a blood orange,
link the massacred pieces of myself into a chain,
and then throw it 300 miles right to the foot of your bed.
if there was a way to shift cities and collide hemispheres
until the stretch of miles between our aching bodies tightened,
i would do whatever it takes to bring you closer to me.
i would show up on your doorstep like an unexpected hurricane
and you would draw me in like a high tide. your porch light would
flicker like a fake smile and we would twist ourselves into foreign
tongues in eac
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I Was Once Told My Heart Beats
I was once told my heart beats
But how can I be sure
When my soul feels so empty
No sound so pure
As the reverberation of life
Beating in my core
So should i believe them
I'm sure they've lied before,
They said you only die once
But I first died when I was four
When daddy snuck into my room
And treated me like a whore,
And they said crying helps
That it sets the pain free
And though i cried every night
The tears never helped me,
They even said wounds heal with age
And though I got older,
Every single day
My wounds only grew deeper,
But I still continued to believe them
Even as they lied to me again
Telling me I'd find someone
Who'd save me fr
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Hahahaha this reminds me of my own family.