My body shivers as i remember his warm breath on my cheek
I clench the wooden window sill my fingernails digging in
I run my hand on the cold window and hold the night in my palm
The full moon looked down upon me and i let it see
let it see my bruises
my wounds
my scars
that pained me to reveal
i turned my cheek to the sight and freed my first tear of the day
i look down at the blood smeared fingertips and carve out an X
carefully as if a work of art done with a finger nail
Another tear and the moon screams in his voice
"You are weak!"
"im not weak" i whisper back and i repeat it
and repeat it untill the tears are gone and the noises of the night
are real again.
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it
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