Poems from Live_evil

You've only hit me once Across the face with an open palm It wasn’t that bad, What hurt worse was the betrayal You had never hit me before...
I sat down to write about moving on Becoming me. But who is me when there is only You It doesn't feel as if I'm going The walls are still...
There was a class And in that class a girl who loved dresses Who was pretending with all her might to forget and to remember   Christmas,...
I used to resent you You had everything I thought I had only to have it ripped away I used to imagine being you in a happy family who...
A man sits on the corner,    Cardboard in his hands,    Bright colors on the bricks,    To his right,    To his left,    A woman stands in...

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