I am what you made me,
something close to obscene.
Just a little vulgar,
but much too pristine.
Begging you to change me
into what you need.
Praying that you’ll keep me
even if i have to bleed.
Knowing this isn’t real
or even close to being.
But keeping me alive
without any meaning.
Tell me everything,
even what you hide.
I can bring your dreams alive
even though you lied.
And I don’t think you understand
how good things could be.
Because the pain of getting there
is more than you can see.
And how much destruction
could we stand to cause?
Tearing lives apart
and breaking all the laws.
So turn your back on me,
whisper as you leave,
I never meant to love you,
only to deceive.
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Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.
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