well I'm stuck here [m/vent]

rated m. dark themes. vent. personal. on DS so I can't put it under a cut.

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so the story goes that it was dark that night
when he stole you in your slumber
I couldn't believe it when they said
you thought it was all your fault

when I was a child I had nightmares
of a doppelganger looking like you
I called her The Mother and kept my eyes open
I prayed she couldn't really be you

when I was a child I would see things
always in the livingroom, too
you with a man or you with fresh blood
it ran from your wrists like silk

but it's not me that suffers, they tell me
it's the sister that grew up too fast
I should be grateful, thankful for her
for, and despite, what she did in the past

so maybe they don't know that I miss you
and maybe they don't believe I want to murder him
he ruined you, he broke you, and you blamed yourself
so I'll blame him for you, and nobody else

the words won't come out right; dull and cliche
and I don't think there's really much more I can say
I don't usually address my audience, but Hell
I hope you can't read and I hope you won't tell


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I don't know what to say about this. It's one of my least cryptic poems and I wish it wasn't so obvious.

you with a man or you with

you with a man or you with fresh blood
it ran from your wrists like silk


Love, love this.

asdf Lung ilu ♥ ;;

asdf Lung ilu ♥ ;;