My god I think she's torn.
I'll patch it up as soon as I can.
She's got no words in her mouth,
But she's got blood on her hands.
She's so tired,
She can't walk.
Can barely even stand.
I think she's okay, but,
She's hurt beyond what you can understand.
But you tell yourself other lies.
Thoughts you want to believe.
You realize she must be worn.
Miserable.
Delicate.
Sore.
And you've gotta remember...
Every rose has it's thorn.
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Ophelia Jade
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Thoughts like Water
I shoved you out of my life. I closed all doors and locked all locks. I swallowed all the keys. I closed all the curtains. I built a barrier around the house. You can't hurt me if I can't see you, hear you, feel you. But the thought of you is enough. It's like water seeping in from the cracks that overflows my mind with images and audio. Your face, hands, voice, footsteps. I may not be able to see you, hear you, feel you, but I can in my mind. I can see, hear, and feel everything about you. I can't stop. I can't get it out. I did everything I could to keep the light from coming in, but not the water.
By Ophelia Jade7 years ago in Poets
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