terrified of repeats

 

I am not being dramatic

I have simply learned from the past

 

You ask if I’ll bleed for you

But blood loss is so fatal

And I’m already running on low

 

It starts with a wall

A broken cell screen

Soon there will be nothing

For you to break but me

 

I always attract such selfish boys

Ones who view me as a toy

When all I do is try to create joy

 

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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