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Pirate Ship


 

You caught me on a stormy day

And I gave myself up to your torture

Though the ocean protested, 

I vowed I was fine

 

I knew who you were, 

I know your intentions,

You never meant to break me, 

You were simply ravenous

 

Broken ribs and punctured lungs,

no match for a broken heart

Scars on the neck,

Incomparable to the gashes in spirit

 

I knew who you were, 

Long before your pirates took me

Forgiveness is a sin

And I am an offender

 

You say this ship isn’t moving, 

Then why has this crash hurt so badly?

My head is swimming, 

Lost in thoughts about you

 

Lips speak horrors, 

But body tells a fantasy

Lies escape,

A shield for your pain 

 

I once was a diamond,   

Shiny, bright, beautiful

Your kicks and blows have reduced me to dust 

But I refuse to dull

 

You think this torture makes you shine brighter, 

An unattainable star, 

Forever out of my reach

A far fantasy

 

But the truth has arisen,

Infliction only strengthens

I am awake

I’m not dreaming anymore


Hidden in the shadows, 

She rose, 

My savior, 

The pane of glass stared back


I ran, I flew

High and fast

To get away from you

Dust is inconspicuous


I felt the pull of your magnet once more, 

Your trap cannot catch me 

I’ll take the hard place over the rock, 

For a rock has no escape


  There is no malice in your eyes, 

No fire on your tongue,

But I know your capabilities,

I am a survivor of the pain


Someday soon, 

Eyes meet eyes,

One pair cowardly darting away, 

The other, with fierce wrath


But it is not what you think,

My vendetta is not with you,

I should have listened to the ocean, 

For I was hurt by the storm 

 
 
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