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I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to break your heart I can still see the pain I caused Im sorry Everyone said I was a keeper Its not your fault I ran away I just hope that someone will make you happy again Someday Taylor Id much prefer my heart broken than to break someones. And its one…
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You can do this
One more night Ignore the thoughts just for tonight I can feel your attraction to the blade, to your nails, to the pain And I’m asking you: Can you wait one more day? For you, your friends and family For someone who will break if they see the fresh slits, bruises and blood Im not…
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Fingertips
Fingertips on skin Like faulty wires Electric sparks But beware for flammable items For they can clearly catch alight But sometimes they dont look flammable And we mistake objectifying for dirty talk Mistaking possessiveness for lust And controlling for in love Like a pool of gasoline The wire is engulfed in flames Not possible to…
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tears
She has a sparkle in her eyes Her cheeks rosy and glistening She has full pink lips singing the words to their song Screaming their favourite part Black running down her face Scratches on her head Her heart aches But it aches for him Taylor Wish I could say this depicted me, but it doesn’t.…
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Kill itself
My body is trying to kill itself My body forgets to breathe Pains in my chest Weak knees Light head Making every scar more noticable I cant get better when Im constantly reminded of the worst Its trying to kill itself Or maybe thats just me Taylot
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Bleed
You bleed red So do I We all bleed the same blood Just at different times And different quantities With different genes and qualities But it’s all red We are part of each other when we wake up We are brothers and sisters as we come into touch So treat others wounds as if they…
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My trip
Colors intertwine Sending shivers down my spine But my body is twisting and shaping itself Becoming part of this reality Where colors shine And plastic leaves grow and wind And people leave trails of themselves in different lives The floor isn’t solid or liquid Its on a fine line Where there is movement but stability…
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Poetry by Taylor 