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Hush my darling,
Don’t speak a word;
I’ve listened to your actions,
I have already heard.
Don’t pick it up,
Don’t hold the blade,
Scars are eternal reminders:
They will never fade.
Don’t do this to yourself,
It’s tearing me too,
I’ll hold you close,
And help you through.
Oh, my darling,
I need to shout;
The emotion, the anger,
Needs to be let out.
I need to hold it,
Feel it in my palm,
With these numbing wounds,
I can remain calm.
I have to do this --
It’s the only way:
I cannot bear pain
For another day.
Sit, my darling,
Come join me here,
Forget the worries,
Your trouble, your fear.
Drop the razor,
It causes more pain –
From the cutting,
You must refrain.
Without you,
I could not cope,
You are my joy,
My faith, my hope.
Sweet, caring, darling,
I cannot join you,
Although my love
Is still ever so true.
I’ll keep the razor,
It heals the pain –
I long for the time
When I hurt again.
Without you,
I could not cope,
But I’ve lost my joy:
No faith, no hope.
Don’t speak a word;
I’ve listened to your actions,
I have already heard.
Don’t pick it up,
Don’t hold the blade,
Scars are eternal reminders:
They will never fade.
Don’t do this to yourself,
It’s tearing me too,
I’ll hold you close,
And help you through.
Oh, my darling,
I need to shout;
The emotion, the anger,
Needs to be let out.
I need to hold it,
Feel it in my palm,
With these numbing wounds,
I can remain calm.
I have to do this --
It’s the only way:
I cannot bear pain
For another day.
Sit, my darling,
Come join me here,
Forget the worries,
Your trouble, your fear.
Drop the razor,
It causes more pain –
From the cutting,
You must refrain.
Without you,
I could not cope,
You are my joy,
My faith, my hope.
Sweet, caring, darling,
I cannot join you,
Although my love
Is still ever so true.
I’ll keep the razor,
It heals the pain –
I long for the time
When I hurt again.
Without you,
I could not cope,
But I’ve lost my joy:
No faith, no hope.
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Kissing Booth
"Why did you do that?" A familiar voice cut through the crisp mountain air, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Do what?" was the only response I could manage to get out.
He saw right through my naive attempt to avoid any further discussion, stepping towards me with a grin.
"You know what I mean, Liz."
I closed my book, unable to make out the words without the moonlight his body was blocking.
"I don't want to talk about it, Dave."
"Hey, you brought me into it the moment I tasted the cherry vanilla lipgloss you've got in your pocket."
"How did you..."
"It doesn't matter."
"Well, if it doesn't matter then I've got some more read
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What Was Left of Joan Marie
-
Her lashes cracked and barked like thunder,
but it was a mild summer -
a mild slumber
on her door step.
Her mouth slipped under stones
to dining rooms and
dinner parties but
her breath was raw and baited-
So she waited
by the back door.
-
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The Miscarriage
I went into my room, and slowly closed the door. Laid down on my bed and waited for the right time. The right time to use it, to see if what I was believing was true. Finally I walked into my bathroom, took the test, and waited. Waited to find out, to find out what to do. 20 minutes later the test had finished it's results. Now was the time of truth. Was I or wasn't I? I walked into the bathroom, picked it up. Felt flustered all over, felt a faint dizziness creeping upon me. It couldn't be, I was only 16, too young for one, for a baby, the words filled my head, I'm a mom, he's a dad. No. It couldn't be it was wrong. I took a second one, no di
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Wow that is absolutely amazing. I wish I could write like that, well done!! +fav
I particularly like the way the second voice is in italics, rather than the traditional "stick quotation marks around it or indent it" thing
I particularly like the way the second voice is in italics, rather than the traditional "stick quotation marks around it or indent it" thing