“I love you”, he said, kissing my wrists.
“I hate you”, I cried, balling up my fists,
and outside on the window’s glass
goes the rain
at night, I find,
I still can’t runaway.
” I adore you”, he pleads, gripping my arm.
“I loathe you”,I snarl , snapping his heart
and inside the water seeps
gasps our bodies
at night,I find,
his lips pressed against my sorrow.
” You can hold the knife
and you can hurt yourself
but I will always be here to heal
he imprints on my breasts.
” You can love me
and you can heal my ache
but I will always carry the burden:
I carve into his chest.
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” Me and the pen, we are one.If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow. ”