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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Arashi

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Tell me what really mattered to you

You who proclaimed love and care

Was it me or something less trivial

Did you truly mean to say you loved me

Or was that a lie to keep me here

So that for once in your life you wouldn't feel alone

That same feeling that haunts me when I sleep

Kisses my cheek when I am awake

And slaps my face when I am happy

 

Perchance were you using me

Like some old gaming system

Waiting until something better and new arrived

So you can toss me aside

Only to be used again when the new breaks down

 

Used

Another one of those feelings

I should be used to it by now

Time and time again it slashes me

Like a knife slide across my flesh

Tears of blood spilling into a pool

 

Now a days you press me for answers

Asking me why I am so enraged

Demanding I play your games

Telling me that I know who I am

If its so fucking easy then you tell me who I am

Because all I know is my own words that I write

 

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(there was a pic to this but for some reason I can't use it here. I have provided a link to it if you really want to see it)

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This feels so real.

 

I'm also sad to say that some of it I've heard before... aimed at me when I was younger.

 

Thankfully I seem to have grown up a little since then, but your poem evokes the memories. May others learn from reading this rather than having to experience it themselves.

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thank you for the nice reply Gryphon. When I first wrote this poem I thought "blech, this looks horrible." But then I read it a few times and it grew on me. Guess I didn't realize that the message I was trying to get across was just right at the time. Hehe, thank you low self esteem.........hmmmm. That sounds like a good title for a new poem.

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