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 Mar 2015 Amber Bowen
yasmine
,
 Mar 2015 Amber Bowen
yasmine
,
i cried today because
i looked in the mirror
and didn't like what
was looking back at me
In two hours
I will be happy
For an hour.
But in three
I will get back
To being
Unhappy.


F.Z.**N
When did it stop? Did you stop loving me when I couldn't speak cause my throat was so tight from screaming in my dreams? Did you stop caring when I threw the sheets over my head because I didnt want you to see me crying? Did you stop loving me when I talked about my past and my future? Did you'd wish I'd just shut up? Did you still love me when you held my head in your hands and kissed my forehead and said "this love will never end"? Did you still love me when you showed up with messy hair and flowers in your hand? What about that time we walked through the park with our fingers intertwined and you said "although the sky is grey, the color in your mind colors the whole sky"? When did you stop loving me? When I couldn't get out of bed in the morning because love just wasn't enough strength to keep going? Was it when you left for a vacation with your parents cause they wanted you to think about your future? Was it because maybe I wasn't apart of that future? You said till the end. I didnt know that the end was a month ago, I thought the end was when I was dead. But now im barely breathing, so I might as well just be on my death bed. When did it stop?
When a cat falls for a rabbit
He's unable to see that the rabbit,
Unlike him,
Does not have claws
Teeth made to puncture skin
He does not see that when he plays
He's too rough.
                    
When a rabbit falls for a cat
She does not realize she;
will be unable to stop his play,
Will be hurt though
the cat could never know
She doesn't see that she is the prey

When the cat falls for the rabbit
He doesn't see how much she hurts
Because in his mind they are the same.
There is no excuse for the cat.
But when the rabbit flees
He will realize
that he wasn't the right thing.
The first time you told me you loved me,
I was 16.
The first time we ever fought,
I was 18.
The first time you ever punched me,
I was 19.
The last time you ever abused me,
I was 20.
By the time I realized that you were no good for me,
I was 22.

You're like a rose. So beautiful, but oh so painfully hurtful. I never knew that a smile and a kiss could put me under a spell. A spell that would blind me from the pain that would be inflicted onto me.


I had always known that you were bad news,
but I kept coming back for more.
I was slowly decaying into
something I wasn't.


After a while,
I was comatose.
Alive but unconscious.
 Mar 2015 Amber Bowen
ReadyWriter
Its dark
My fears are back
Will they o'er take me?
Or will I survive?
Is that a monster?
Or are my eyes heavy?
Though I cannot see
My mares appear to me
But I have hope
That the light would soon come
At the break of dawn
And then I'll be free
But for now
Its still dark
#Hope #light #Peace
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