random poem crap.

I gave you something
Something to hold
But you bruised it, beat it,
And stabbed it tenfold

So I'm pulling out the knives
Stuck in my heart
The very thing
You tore apart

Because it's mine to keep
Mine at last
You ruined your chances
And I'm taking it back

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Twisted Thread
You’re twisted
And concaved
Immoral
And unfazed
It’s really obvious you can’t be saved

You are down
You are out
Only weakness
And self doubt
Are only to what you can amount

You are dark
You are thin
Imbalanced
Nothing in
That little lonely black heart of tin

You’re metal
You are cold
Perverted
Story’s old
That of you is always told

And your heart
That hangs dead
Fragile like
On old thread
Will soon drop and disappear instead

When it does
Do not call
To or for
Me at all
Because I won’t catch it when it falls

Too bad you
Didn’t see
The healer
I could be
I guess that’s what they call irony

To change you
Was my need
When in fact
What I see
You ended up changing all of me

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