Poems from mchelpme

I should never have written poetry for you.  I respect that you care for yourself, But I hate that you never learned how to care for others...
paint stuck under fingernails, glue obsessed with skin, slightly burn-scratched eyebrows, where lightning strikes have been.
the slight tremor of fear and uncertainty in my fingertips is the bees buzzing ever so loudly in the ear of a deaf man,the spots on a dog...
 When you know what you want to do, it's like looking at a big black piece of paper, and there is a pinprick of light shining through.  You...
scattered shadows make dress sleeves, moth wings frail are interweaved, ashes hold the quiet tongue, words unspoken, heads low hung, tiny...

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