Jennifer K

Once upon a time, there was a little girl
She had big green eyes and brown flowing pigtails
She hadn't a care, but all the friends in the world
Her parents read a story, and tucked her in every night
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A lie told and bought.
That's his business.
What can he plea to survive under good graces
What can he cry to be bathed in sympathy
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I don’t need a god to tell me to not kill
To not steal
To not cheat.
I don’t need a god to make me hate
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'I'll burn all the memories of you with my cigarettes.'
But oh baby, won't you give me one more night?
Filled with dancing and kissing,
But you only answer with a smirk and a sigh
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I used to pick flowers
smile
believe the world was only good
I've grown into a broken shell of a girl
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Learning about our perfect nation, I'm brainwashed -
Red for our countrymen's valor
White for innocence and purity
and Blue for unbending justice.
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What is the point of my days
when all I'm left with is my knees against my chest and burning eyes?
I've been here before, broken on the floor
begging for this to be the last time I open my eyes,
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Beyond this door of empty dark
lies open promises of better tomorrows.
Beyond this door THE
dreams I dare not speak await.
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My prison stands made of brick
of hate, disdain, dissapointment

I am kept captive here alone in the dark
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I look in the mirror and I see a girl
with big green eyes
pink delicate lips
chopped brown hair
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I love you
I miss you
Our relationship, not sexual, not lusting,
but LOVING,
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Subtle cries, silent screams
to be picked up, cared for, loved
all met with glances over you shoulder as you walk away
You leave me to crumble into ruins of the girl you used to love
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You are the reason why.
You are the sting of peroxide on my arm.
You are my insecurity.
You are the lies I have to tell my parent.
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The ink bleeds through the page.
My guilt and second guessing bleeds through every pore, leaving me stained red with doubt.
The ink bleeds through the page.
Indifference and a glass casing of superficial empathy bleeds through those who I've bled for.
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Sometimes, for no reason at all, I feel the urge
to leave
With no goodbyes, no looks past my shoulders.
Just one foot in front of the other
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Every yes precedes a strike of the tongue
Every sigh of relief, a held back tear
I'm a prisoner being teased with a retractible leash
No control
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