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Let's break the rules (and the spine... and the back...) and say to hell with "Daddy didn't want me", and "Mama didn't love me," and know you're beautiful in a way like angels with one missing wing, or crushed butterflies that still flutter on the ground when the wind blows hard. I am a little girl inside, holding a hundred valentines that I am too shy to mail. You're the mean boy who'd rather pull my hair and hit me with rocks, or threaten me with cigarette burns when I explain I don't want to be loved like that. You make me sad, and my scarred arms show it. |
no sadists, no scars no blaming ourselves for the flames that exist in our personal hells no rules to break no lovelies to fake as wry memories roil in our quivering wake | Posted on 2014-07-03 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | hmm. i hope this isn't literal. you're a tough one but you've got a good core. no one deserves this. the only time i consider such relationships adequet are between sado's and masso's. they don't get the full high of getting/giving pain, but it's a healthy parabond for the types. | the mean boy who'd rather pull my hair and hit me with rocks, or threaten me with cigarette burns when I explain I don't want to be loved like that. the sad thing is that deep down that's why they do it. it isn't love, it isn't childish affection(when sometimes the hairpulling boyness is quite innocent.) it's sadism. pleasure in anothers pain. quite literal. someone who would go to those extremes literaly, is there and in any relationship for those extremes. it's their end game. i seriously hope you're putting yourself in another persons position. seriously hopw some dude didn't literaly scar you with cigarettes. i just remember you telling me your poems were real life way back, i just never figured how literally that applied. if this is the case, mail out some of those love letters, and leave the man. that's my 92cents. | Posted on 2014-06-21 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] | |