Is it just another type of mix up?
Another one of those yellow eyed nights?
Grinding my teeth as I sleep, keeping me versatile
I will bend and break you as it does to me
I just hope you forgive my deeds
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Do your bones heal like mine?
Does your muscle get a stimulus from the pricking?
Watching me smile, clown nose and red teeth
You ask how do I lie through them
And I simply shrug
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God does she never make me happy
She only strokes the poison ivy that scabs my arms
When I make her stumble, she says she suffers
And then it's another red and sobbing eye lie
Purple eye to match my purple heart
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She sleeps with the noose around her conscience
Tightening around and edging the apnea
Will she wake up outside this swimming pool?
Basking in the sun, and then she wakes up
Only blinded by her fear of the door
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2017 21:59
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about a man who suffers from his own anxiety and mental strain, so he abuses his wife and cause her own mental destruction and fear of leaving him.
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Comments1
Portrays a sick relationship where both choose not to leave. Disturbing imagery. Well done.
Thank you
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