Bite my lip,
Until it’s numb.
Till my sharp words,
Are dulled.
I want to rise up,
To meet your feisty tongue,
And fight back,
Until your angers
I know
Deep down,
This war will not be won,
By me,
And my fiery heart.
For you are cold,
And had the advantage from the start.
It does not hurt you,
To strike me down,
And take my breath,
It will not pain you,
To see me drown,
As lifeless,
In the pool of my bleeding heart,
I lay.

About VeraValentine

I am a writer who writes and chases the one thing that always seems to evade me; true love. For more insight into my mind and thoughts, please visit me on Facebook or Tumblr. View all posts by VeraValentine

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