'toxic relationships’
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All I was looking forward to, you;
War made you different,
Now the war is between us two.
What is going to happen to our children?
Crying myself to sleep has become the new norm.
A person’s honest hue only appear on the most dire situations,
such genuine pigment are the brightest in tribulations.
In such a trial, their tone will either compliment or contrast with you
Cover my eyes so I may see no Evil,Cover my eyes so I may not see you.But your Love keeps me tied to you like some unwanted tether,A Golden Lasso of something I no longer wish to have.
My father’s hands were calloused
And rough, worn down from years of labor.
Those hands – the tough hands I brushed
As a child – they were an immigrant’s honor.
They fought for us, always, when my mother
A slight pinch
She gaspes
Her virginity gone
He lays her down
Coming in to her from behind
dear megan,
if i wanted to write you a letter
to finally say everything
i wanted to say if i ever saw you again
i guess
A mother's milky skin never keeps you awake for long
My mother is cold, so I am always satisfied by a goosebumps embrace, a quiet good night
My mother has tightly curled hair, it smells like apricots and long nights
A hand is apowerful toolby humansused to createor destroy.
He used it tocomfort andplease, toshow me thatthe world wasn'tso scary.
Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
I sat with you when you got angry.
Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
I held your hand and told you to take deep breaths.
Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
A pinwheel.
A simple toy,
Requires strength to keep spinning.
Let’s be a pinwheel.
Let’s continue to move along.
Let’s go through it.
Come, forget about our past.
Despite the eloquence ofMy words;My actionsShowcase merciless intent
My actionsSeem to display meAs selfishAs ifI don’t love you
BUT YOU ARE WRONG
