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As this pen bleeds the blood
From the scars left by you
This college ruled paper begins
To be stained with truth
I choose the weapon of pen
Because pencil or typing won't do
No need for eraser marks or backspaces
Because the pain inflicted
Cannot be deemed a "redo"
You'll never know how many
Tears I cried just before
Falling asleep with sore puffy eyes
Waking up many times in the late night hours
Just to check to see
"Missed call" from an unkown number
How many "I love you"s must roll so sweetly off my lips
Before you grab grips that the
Years I spent loving you were
Not tricks but Real
Just knowing that conversation we had wouldn't
Even stay in your mind long enough for me to
Pull out the parking lot
All those emotion and tear shared for what?
I feel like a played out iphone emojicon
The only problem you care to share is how many years
You've known me and I still haven't let you "***"
Like PEMDAS you decide to FIRST MULTIPLY the lust
Before ADDING the love, affection and trust
I understand your upbringing doesn't
Make you the ideal canidate for love
But what could have possibly happened to you
To leave me emotionally abused and scarred
They say you can't change a man
But that's far from what I'm trying to do
I just wanted to show you that
You don't have to go through life
Thinking all you had was you
But even after all I've
Done for you, you continue to
Reopen my severly scarred wounds
I don't think I will ever understand
How I continued to give you all of me
And Never recieved a piece of you
But then again how can I expect a man
To love me when he is wear self inflicted wounds
Maybe once you learn to stop hurting yourself
You will learn to love and value me too.
