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Break Me (aka Laura's signature poem) |
I've got anger a mile wide
from love given, and love denied.
My body shaking, brain fried,
nowhere to run, everywhere to hide.
Can't really win, can't really lose.
It's all circumstance, you can't really choose.
Savor the pain, savor the bruise,
I am the one that loves your abuse.
My wrists scarred by lovers past
I never cared, so I never last.
Or loved too late, or too fast,
empty lines already cast.
I cried, I tried, I cut, I bled.
I stayed, I fought, lay in your bed.
I prayed for strength to hold your head.
I loved what you never said.
What I've loved, and what I've lost
too soon I know, at heavy cost.
Frantic poetry, now wind tossed,
through all the lines I've never crossed.
So hold me, spurn me, love me, hate me.
Turn me, toss me, bleed me, take me.
Cry me, lie me, suck me, fake me,
twist me, hurt me, leave me, break me.
copyright 2004
Laura
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