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Bitch.

You love what makes you feel pretty and comfortable.
I love what keeps me alive and strong.
You love what gives you attention.
I love what lets me blend in to the background.

Do you love who you are?
Happy living your life.
Out to get everyone you let in?
Secretly letting each smile rip another hole in your heart.

How do you sleep?
With one finger on the trigger.
Maybe with a dream that lets you breathe in some hope.
One small breath..
Perhaps the last one you deserve.

Does it tickle you?
To see people fall under you charm..
I’m not impressed.
Instead I watch you.
Silently…
Hearing you twist your words along,
with every lash,
that slowly lacerates the soft skin beneath your eyes.

I was your friend once.
Sometimes I get stupid and let you back in.
I get stupid,
sometimes..

How foolish.
How childish you are.
The perfect bitch.
And yet I cant help but watch.
Though I watch in disgust,you see it as fame.
The sickest twist to your made up fantasy

You hate your past
This I know
Feeling sorry for yourself only sets you up for more misery.
Misery loves company.
Point taken.

I am.
me..

You are..
you.

All these beautiful years..
wasted.
In the darkest pair of eyes I have ever seen.
Like storm clouds that black out the sun.
Your beautiful soul hides deep.
Beneath an ugly jealousy.
If only you let your scars heal over..
Let me help you.

But no.
I held faith in you.
Trust was no issue..
Till I slowly learned.

So here I sit.
Writing about you.
The miserable woman who thinks this is just another poem..
about her.
Sick if it is…
Kinda funny if it isn’t.

My secrets will forever remain on my mind.
These thought’s will never be revealed to you again.
Simply because…
You are,
a bitch.

A friend,is a companion.
I learned this today.
You are nothing more then a mere stranger on the streets.
Your pale skin does nothing for you.
It only mocks the fact that your lifeless inside.
And I pity your soul.

I’ve grown up.
And I’ve moved on.
You hold no beauty..
to spite yourself is to turn on your loved ones like a rabid dog.
You have turned on me enough.

Your sick ways make you a clown
passionate in nature you seek for signs that only exist in kid stories.
we are,no longer kids.

And I’m tired of your games.

Bitch.

butterflyashes

Matawan NJ, United States

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Artist's Description

A very personal write for me.
Bin trying to write it for a long time now,but never had the words.
I think I found them tonight.
In time,there might be a series.
Hope you like it. =)

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