Don't mess with me
Don't look at the mess that I am.
Well you want to scream and tell me I am nothing
Your hand print hurts less than the burning cut
Of words that rip through my heart.
Lets see who can shout the loudest
Lets see who bleeds first
Always a competition to see who hurts who worse.
There is a part of me begging to break free
A part of me that wants to flee
But I am addicted to this bloody nose
and these broken bones.
I think we are soul mates, in hell
Your demon like tendencies
And my willing nature to feed the fire
Brings us down and we explode in a show
They would blush to hear what we say
They would tell me to run away
But the lava that runs from your tongue
Melts me to the floor.
The lashing out is my favorite part
When you go for my brittle failing heart
And grab it, crush it, break my spirit
I will scream and you won't hear it.
~Tressa. D. C~
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