Your disapproving look is hurting
You words and touch are cold
But the blood still runs
Warm and seductive
My life is still my own.
You've turned your back on me
I had fun sticking the knife in it
Oh, don't worry for them
They'll get what they deserve
I'll see to it all.
Still, the look in your eyes
The dying light, so much blood
Hunting in my dreams, my arms
I never meant to hurt you.
I know this is childish
But you started it
You wouldn't let me see, let me in
So push me away, throw me away
I took the knife out of my back
So poorly designed
You were never one for murder
No, that was all for me
I was your dirty little "black" girl
Just a puppet for the fun
I killed you and walked away
The only thing you had to say
"Sweety. . .no. . ."
Shh! I'll never tell them
Tell them that you were wrong
Your touch and words are cold
Your hate is scalding
But I know, and I see

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This is who I am: The Beautiful Mistake
A life that is my own, one that can never be yours
You've tried to claim what is me to show off
Like capturing an essence in a bottle for later use
I rejected your every pass and sent you away angry
Some how in trying to gain revenge for your pain
Your intentions were turned on you, protecting me.
And now. . .
The lower levels of Hell have opened up to spit you out.
How sad can one be when even hell doesn't want them?

I know what it's like to be hurt by someone else, to hold inside your knowledge, your pain. I know what it's like to hurt. I love your poems. They're a design of their own, a new style. beautiful.

No Title~ i love this one. I wish I was strong enough to turn away from someone like that.

Thank you. I've never gotten a review that good before. But I'm not exactly a strong person. I'm some what of a sociopath. I run from emotions and I find that to be rather weak.

The Score--

I don't like what you do to me
I don't like how you make me feel
I do things you don't ever see
I have lost my every will
Life to me is pointless
The world beyound boring
I wonder why you say I'm useless
When no one here is scoring
My words of love are lost to you
Even though I put them simply
None of this you ever knew
And now my cup is half empty

Epiphany (Part One)--

Looking into the desolate pit of unending darkness and pain, I find only that I am left to decipher the meaning of my pointless existence. The pit that you call my Hell does not touch-- to corrode and defile you. You that is my epiphaning blunder of a wakening into this world. The opeing darkness that you call my life falters-- sways with suspense like a leaf or a falling feather-- since you thrust your notions, ideals, and love into this mad girl's heart and mind and ripped them out with a burning claw. Taking with it everything that was nearly me...