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The Blade

Contributed by unknown_utopia on Tuesday, 4th March 2014 @ 12:25:42 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Your words are like daggers
you use them to cut me deep
keeping me off balance
on the ledge of emotional frustration,
you whisper to me sensually
pulling me back in
then the pleasure quickly turns into pain
as you say something hurtful again.

you're looking into my eyes
as you twist the blade in deep
I stagger in confusion
my heart cracks and breaks,
While the blood of my love flows
and you see the life in my eyes fade
I wonder what do you feel
when you say the things you're saying.

I see the words form
then exploding
as you hit a nerve again
You say you don't mean it
but
still you keep pushing the blade in,
I think you drink from the cup
that my blood flows into
and If you"re a monster
It's the one that I created.




Copyright © unknown_utopia ... [ 2014-03-04 00:25:42]
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Re: The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Friday, 7th March 2014 @ 01:54:04 AM AEST
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there's that saying 'sticks and stones...
can break my bones.. but words can never hurt me'
but they can and do... life is too short to be around people like that,
i see what you mean at the ending though, sounds like time for chocolate :)

hugs n' love nessa


Re: The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 5th April 2014 @ 08:26:15 AM AEST
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Wow! Painful to read. Great job writing this, descriptive and equally emotive. Hurtful words truly do cut like a knife. It might not be the most obvious form of abuse, but it is certainly the kind with the worst scars.



~Scorp


Re: The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by Apollonia on Sunday, 6th April 2014 @ 12:46:29 PM AEST
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Wow. wow. WOW...!
That's my thoughts...it's crazy but your poems reminds me so much about my life/feelings
Very good btw. ;)


Re: The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 28th February 2015 @ 04:38:59 AM AEST
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Top write, drew me in and held me. It's still holding me.
We can create our own monsters, and then allow them to feed on the blood of our love. Those wordy blades are not going to harm us physically , but they are going to bleed our self-confidence and attempt to steal our belief in ourselves and our self-respect. Which can be longer-lasting, and more damaging.




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