We used to
Throw words
Like weapons
Desperate to make
The other bleed
In the hopes of
Cauterising our
Own wounds
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One of us grew up
One of us didn’t
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Now every time
The whip breaks
The skin on my back
I bite my lip and
Hold in my scream
❀
Every sound of
Protest I make is
Twisted into a
Guilt trip and I won’t
Give you the pleasure
Of seeing my tears
(Or at least I didn’t)
❀
Now I make the
Mistake of showing
A sliver of vulnerability
The crack between
My armour plates
❀
Quick as a viper
Your sword is drawn
(As if I haven’t spent
The last few years using
My shield to shelter you)
❀
I block your blade
With my bare hands
And you claim I’m
Hurting you
❀
You press your foot
Against my back
Watching as my teeth
Collide with concrete
And tell me I treat you badly
❀
If I am a knife
I am blunted
From disuse
And if you are
Simply a pen
You are one
Covered in blood
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This series is truly amazing.
dark imagery throughout this whole series, very well done! Also really like the art you chose, hauntingly beautiful. ❤
What a series! Well done Poppy. You’ve taken what should never have been, such abysmal darkness, and turned that sh*t to art. (That last line definitely came from Kelly Clarkson… I saw clip of that song yesterday on YouTube)🙈👌❤️✨👏
"I block your blade With my bare hands And you claim I’m Hurting you" Oh, I felt this.
Using my shield to shelter you. That hit deep. As always, I loved this poem!
Ooooh, the comparison to being a dull blade from disuse...stellar. Iron sharpens iron, but here your words sharpen words. A poem that truly makes one reflect on the less than desirable aspects of a relationship with someone not compatible or selfish.
What a great use of words! I loved this from beginning to end.
The gaslighting is SO hurtful This was wonderfully written
"I block your blades with my bare hands and you claim I am hurting you" Wow. This is absolutely beautifully heartbreaking. That last line is so hard hitting as well. Really well done.