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Kisses

Contributed by CBlake on Sunday, 21st August 2005 @ 09:01:20 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry



I miss it.
Does that make me a monster?
I miss watching the blood seep through my sleeve,
And the certain pain that accompanied it.
I am a monster,
But I enjoy it.
I want to hurt.
I would gladly be beaten,
As long as I could see my blood,
And feel it come through my clothes.
I would gladly be verbally assaulted,
just so I would have a legitimate reason to cry.
I am yearning for a reason to despise him.
I am praying for evidence of his evil ways,
So I can show the world the true monster.
And why I have become one.
I miss it.
I miss being able to feel it,
And being able to escape everything.
But my one friend, my precious escape,
And the razorblade kisses it created,
Were taken from me
By a boy, whose kisses are sweeter
Than any strawberry gash I could ever supply.
And as much as I truly adore this boy,
And as hard as I’ve fallen for him,
I miss it.
I wish to be left alone,
And I wish that I had never volunteered my secret.
I miss having something only I know,
Something that I have, that is mine alone,
That I can use for myself, to my advantages.
So I am a monster.
I am not the monster.
I do not purposely drive away my family,
At least, not until now.
I pretend to be fine in hopes that they will see through me.
But that does not happen.
It seems the only one that knows me
Is one I have not seen in years,
But yet knows me as if I were his favorite movie,
Inside and out,
As though he has studied me for all the years he could never see me.
To you, the reader,
This was not meant to be a poem,
Simply just poetic thoughts,
Meant to scare whoever reads this into tears.
So I miss my razorblade kisses.
I am madly in love with the boy who has replaced them.
I simply wish that I could feel them again,
If just for a moment,
To see my crimson tears fall into the fabric on my leg,
and look in hideous delight upon my bloody masterpiece.




Copyright © CBlake ... [ 2005-08-21 21:01:20]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Kisses (User Rating: 1 )
by EmoDCgirl36 on Sunday, 21st August 2005 @ 09:08:37 PM AEST
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This is a perfect example of a great poem. I understand how you feel. It's hard to know that something else replaced your happiness. And I miss the feeling that I alone knew of these things. But this is an unfair world and we must try to accept it. If you need to get your mind off Death I'd gladly talk to you. You have a good life before you. Embrace it and never let go.


Re: Kisses (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 01:08:42 AM AEST
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I love this poem its greatly insane but insane is a good thing! Its AWSOME.!


Re: Kisses (User Rating: 1 )
by Darkhorse71 on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 04:59:23 AM AEST
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To miss cutting because you found a boy who cares for you and understands doesn't make you a monster. This was an incredible write, I was very impressed.

Peace, john


Re: Kisses (User Rating: 1 )
by xXxmegsxXx on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 05:06:47 AM AEST
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to miss something which has been your only means of relief difinitly doesnt make you a monster, im always here if you need to talk

megs xXx


Re: Kisses (User Rating: 1 )
by guiltycircles on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 06:46:14 AM AEST
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this is so good........i know how much u miss it, but he is worth giving it all away


Re: Kisses (User Rating: 1 )
by gery_giggles on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 10:08:40 AM AEST
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o wow, i know what this is like. very good poem, lots of emotion. great write!
luv




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