Put It Down

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is quite blunt, I don't usually write in this style, but was just trying something new. Let me know what you think.

Fate x

Submitted: December 17, 2009

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Submitted: December 17, 2009

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You sit with your back against the bedpost

In the dark you wait for text to flash up on your phone

You messed up your wrists; here's a toast:

"Here's to you, you sorry bastards, I'm sitting here all alone

In the misused disused mistaken discontent"

You cry an empty stomach sick, sore in vain

A bleep on the screen, the message has sent

A quick slip, detour of blade, a score of pain

In the night she shakes, the voices speak

The face laugh, the shadows dance

They tell her that her heart is weak

In shallow shame, she takes the chance


She starts again, the cuts are brisk and curt

You cover them up but the scars dont fade

Dont lie to me, I scream in aching hurt

Give up the cut glass, the scissor blade

It hurts more than the pain of knife's edge would me

To have to watch you stagger and stumble

Put it down, put it down, Je t'aime, mon cherie

I text you back : "Let the dagger crumble'


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