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 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
Eve
He was bored so you created me.

It was painful for both of us,
When you clawed at his ribs
Searching.
Your fingernails tearing out the calcium in his bones.

And his bones became my muscles,
And the muscles became my skin,

And i was naked,
and he and you were pleased.

He and i were on ambivalent terms,
But we knew we were there because you
Wanted us to be.
And we knew that was why
The fruit and animals existed;
And these were good things, we
Enjoyed them.

Later I'd blame the snake.
He reeked of knowledge;
I was interested,
I didn't know they'd use my story as an excuse
To pound curiosity out of woman.

I ate the apple
Its juice dribbled down my chin,

I realised things.

He ate the apple too; you were angry at us.
And i committed the original sin.
I realised that even though you had made the world
And me as a plaything,

My body would be a vessel for a new species.
And they would take
This earth from you.
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
you love each other
you really do
but here's the tragedy
its not enough
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
i think you deserve a soft epilogue,
my love.
you are a good person
and  you've suffered enough.
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
A dog that weeps after it kills
is no better than a dog that doesn't

my guilt will not purify me
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
this is how it ends....
not with a bang
but a whimper,
and the ringing of cruel cruel laughter.
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
they call you a patriot
and brand death between yours brows.
you smile and sing for them.
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
they call you useless
and paint bruises on your sides.
you nod and stay silent
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
but then they call you hero
and you sigh and shake your head
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
if you think this is a happy ending
you haven't been paying attention
-happy ending aren't given to people like me love
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
history remembers victory
but the victory forget the lost
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
you are so much more
then your fathers son
you are so much more
than the wars you have won
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
The saddest word in the whole wide world is the word almost
He was almost in love
He was almost good enough for him
He almost stopped him
He almost waited
He almost lived
They almost made it
 Mar 2
Twisted Poet
don't be what they made you
you fought to hard
to ******* hard
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