When You Think of Me (Don't Think of This)

July 28, 2011
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Her icy blue eyes,
Her black as night hair.
She smirks.
I stare.
She laughs.
I cry.

I beg,
I plead,
She tells me
To shut up,
And smacks me in the head:

I lay on the ground,
My moss-green eyes
Are glazing over.
My caramel hair
Is sticky with blood.

She runs away,
Her eyes cold.
I cannot move-
My breaths come in short gasps:
Then nothing.

My body
Is crumpled
On the cold earth.
My tormentor
Has run away
With her frozen heart
And laughter.

My bully liked
To inflict pain.
I liked
To heal it.
But I can’t do that anymore.

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SunnySunshine said...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 3:57 pm
I LOVE this poem! U got skill! NEVER stop writing!
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