Manipulation

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Wounds open for you Blood is shed Tears escape my eyes You don't care You just don't You gave up I haven't
  One hour. Maybe it was less than that, But it was only that one time, It took you to ruin me.   I play through every word I said, Remembering like a movie, I can never unwatch. 
You didn't want me You wanted to be wanted You wanted someone's world to revolve around yours You wanted constant attention And reassurance And sympathy You wanted me to make you feel better
by Ariel Douglas (2 June 2018)   I believed you I trusted you You broke me You used me You never loved me You took my heart
A curve of the lips, a crease in the eyes. A tug to the left, or the right.
How is our baby bear? Is it healthy is it strong? For you two I'll never cease to care I don't care if chasing you is wrong You are worth the world   I wrote the poem to my ex
My heart is pounding. My head is racing with every single outcome in my head as my phone sits in between my palms with a decision to make that wouldn’t be easy.
Statue Pure and white Immortal in her fright Carved by a man Defiled by one too The horror of a woman Is multiplied when considering  His manipulation
I used to say I didn’t like brown eyes. They were too boring or dirty or lame.  I preferred green or blue --- anything but dirt. Your eyes intrigued me. The color of your eyes,
to the monsters under my bed//  
you fooled me once, charming and true, every inch of my heart was devoted to you.   your breath was like the wind whistling over the pines. your palms felt like home,
You wanted a seed, to bloom a flower of your own kind. Change it to your preference, to prod and pluck. Yet this flower began to wilt and wither into defiance. Disempowered, you gave up on it, no longer yours to handle.
Because I love you…. I will allow you into my heart, I will share my secrets with you, Because I know they are safe with you. I will cry in front of you.. And with you..
I am not her I do not have the effortless waves that fall below her shoulders The works of art created that exceeds any previously set expectations   The good grades Top athlete awards Perfect social status
Mother,Did you ever see me as a child and not a possession? Or was I the duplicate picture of your second-hand negro barbie,
our souls are fickle things they float about the world lightless and heavy with one mission in their heart
It was when you told me you loved me that I really began to faulter the words that came to my ears from the mouth of my love but instead   made my ears sting
Because I Love You, but not really, I will slip my hands into your mind, Your Heart, Your Soul, Your Body, And I will slowly destroy everything that makes you, You.  
I love him. I say in my head. Over and over. I love him. Of course I love him. Why wouldn't I love him? There's no one better. I'll never find anyone better. I don't deserve any better.
Because of my love, I'll stay by your side So it's only fair, that you'll stay by mine Though they speak badly, only you truly know me How could I repay the kindness you've shown me
No control, No marks to hide, No taking its toll, No scars inside.   No blackmail,
No control, No marks to hide, No taking its toll, No scars inside.   No blackmail,
The Trap   I am the only one Who loves you Who else could ever love you?  
Sometimes it hurts to breathe Because the air around me falls away As if a dagger digs into my heart like a sheathe And with blue lips I pray Over magnolias and lillies on the tender wreath
Empty puzzle pieces gaping wide, Showing the world in which I cannot hide, Shallow emotions flutter throughout my being, Showing everything that possesses absolutely no meaning.
You have no love for me! As the concept of admiration Seeps through teeth of a mouth at grin. Just as an angry shade of red  Would color spotted grief Upon the face of the cruelly  Disfigured.  
Hands or claws? Fangs or teeth? Fur or skin? The broken dishes The broken chair The broken girl The broken home Shakingly removing the weight from her left hand Realizing the danger
Take my hand. We are only as good as the hands we're dealt. I was there to lift you up. When I met you I was young, but you were younger. I was a senior, You were a freshmen.
Why does it hurt so much? The words that fled your mouth into my ears still linger in my brain. And the promises you made, the hope you fed me and the lies I gobbled up, gullible child I am,
i never wanted to admit this to myself. i never wanted it to be true. i feigned ignorance, hoping that maybe if i pretended it wasn't happening, it wouldn't happen.   but it did.  
Oh America, I love to call you mine. If I had the courage I would fight for this land. I feel useless compared to those who give everything for this land. For this land, I shall become the best person I can be.  
I keep coming back to you even after all the shit you've put me through I try to stay away and guard myself but I can't, and I won't you're poisonous to my health now things get worse
The knife in our backs The memories revived I see it all When he plunged it in my soul.   How cruel was he,  Listening to me complain As the soul I was allegiant to 
Like a ballet dance on blades,Your mind is a fickle thing. Relevé, going fully en pointeOn razorblades,Slice your sole to sorry shreds--So very fucking sorry. 
Baby, please, sunshine--darling;Gimme more of that light, little bit ofEnthusiastic beaming, sunrays I tore from your shy smile.I love making you think it was your idea. 
Limp limbs pulled taut, Head high, gaze empty. Strings pull lips into grimaces Everyone sees through and believes. The day begins.   Clumsy stumbling through daily routines,
"You Motherfucker" She said as she let the darkness within her That she suppressed and kept hidden for so long, awaken. Rendering him powerless  with every word she spoke.
Light of my life, Light in the dark, I wish that were true. You would never let me look up, But now I have
There was a man who ventured off to pillage and to rape Gluttons had consumed their home though they left not to escape Greeted on the shore by people he called lovely
              My mind mulls over the past and asks what counts? What crossed the line? The car ride to the movies?
It’s been
No Doesn't mean Try to change my mind Or try again. It doesn't mean  Repharase the question,  Or Tell me come on. It doesn't mean pressure me  By saying it's been a month
there is a version of you that makes me feel the best i have ever felt  the version that is hardly ever seen instead the many sides of you that frequent the surface make me feel
I don't appreciate  when you approach me just to tell me that I'm so blessed  with such a sexy body.  And you have no right to be offended when  I don't kiss the ground you walk on
Hey,   This is a poem about the media and advertising, and how it has an impact on us.   Enjoy! Feedback welcome.   Cheers, David
    We live in a nation that's afraid of change  Religious nuts in our faces, acting deranged They preach and force Attempt to convert others on their course
existence crafted out of abuse
  Family. Such a  frail fragile thing It is a living ecosystem of aunts and uncles Mothers and Sons, daughters and their fathers. What becomes of this intricate unit when it is disturbed?
Lying next to you felt wrong, but nothing felt right these days.
You hooked her heart up to strings Told her you'd give everything You'd cover her scars with a ring Your little puppet gave everything You pushed and pulled on the ropes She bent and bent 'til she broke
Screw you! Your superiority, Your self-righteousness, Your personality. Screw you! Your attitude, Your martyrism,  Your hate. I'm done trying. To please, To serve,
and you sat complacently back arched, head tilted i slinked behind you, grazed you with my fingers i could see the trichomes on the nape of your neck stand up in uniform silence; electrocuted soldiers
This girl once had a purpose.She strived to be the best.She left it back behind her on the Golden Gate bridge. 
Pain.It strikes quicklyalmost unnoticedalmost unfelt.It settles in stages-A fear, a sadness,you shiver, you shakeyou feel the heart quakecrumblethe feeling sinks in
I take my seat in my usual chair. Hey, it’s good to see you! You too. How have you been? Silence. Tick…tock…tick…tock… I pick at what’s left of my nails. Okay Just okay? Yeah.
You Turn me into something that never existed, Your personal shape-shifter has no control. I've never realized how much I've been committed, To your necessities that seem to be your inevitable goal.
Clockwork heart. Wind it up and off it goes. Don't get too close, or it might explode. Dormant, it lies, therefore unscathed. It one was new, pure, whole, expectant.
In a field full of dandelions, you grab me and say "love me or love me not", you throw a long stemmed flower at me and questionably ask "lets see!?". As I pick through the petals and I jokingly shout "love you not!!",
The misconceptive claim That all men are the same Hurts males as a whole Because of the toll These women take From a manipulator’s mistake You know the intentional act To screw a girl over
I walk down the sidewalk, the trailway, the road. My feet move beneath me with no thought of where they are going. Desperately wanting for guidance but hating the strings attached, I wander aimless, unmoving.
The man controls the puppet, The second it is finally made- And goes on to make the rest To fulfill a romantic charade.
I tried loving you, you tried feeling me I tried reaching out, you tried pulling in I tried to make it work; you had to break it first I tried to be free, you tried to chain me I tried to fly, you took my sky
This shadow covers me It's so dark They walk about I can't give up I'm deep in pain Screaming for help They are looking They don't care I am an animal I AM their joy But I need help
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