To Kiss is To Bleed

October 21, 2009
By Anonymous

Let us look through your memories
Shall we?
What will we find?
Let’s pull apart your life,
Stringing it like a cassette tape.
We’ll rewind and fast foreword.
But there’s no stop.
No pause.
No erase.
And here’s the first time you were called fat.
The first time you realized
Your friends were never there
When you unwove and blew away into the breeze.
Flown to the four corners of the earth.
When you were so broken
Even the pieces didn’t fit back together.
Here lies the memory of being pulled apart,
One string at a time.
Your identity, your meaning, your life.
Taken by family, lack of motivation and scornful glares.
And we find all these memories
Under a thin coat of regret
Easily penetrated
By another thought gone bad.
Sadly, but true
All these we find make up you.

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Josifer BRONZE said...
on Nov. 1 2009 at 1:37 pm
Josifer BRONZE, Pinckney, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes we give our enemies the means to our destruction."

This is so true. Like, really, it hurts every time you get called ugly or fat or stupid. And no one deserves that. Because we are all beautiful (Or handsom) and brilliant and loved. But there are sometimes more people against you, than with you...and it "pulls us apart."


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