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You can bore me with your words.
You can dull me with your eyes.
You can wipe away my fears.
You can hide behind your lies.
You can whisper away the pain.
You can whisk away the fear.
You can dry my eyes when I cry.
You can say each word sincere.
You can hold me in your arms.
You can push back my hair.
You can look my in the eyes.
You can promise this, you swear.
But after all this is done.
And the ties are left broken.
You could look me in the eyes,
And act as if we’ve never spoken.
You can look right through me.
You can see right past me.
You can pass right by me.
You can hurry right by me.
You can act as if you didn’t know.
You can pretend you never cared.
You can say you didn’t hear me.
You can tell me you were scared.
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It’s happened again.
But last time it was supposed to end.
Last time was the last time.
I wasn’t gonna let it happen again.
So much for my power,
The couch, the bed, the floor.
So much for my strength,
This time, last time, before.
Next time I swear,
It’s not gonna be me.
I’m not gonna be the one,
Begging, “please, no, please.”
I’m not gonna be the one,
Who stutters, stammers, and falls.
I’m not gonna be the one,
Too weak to crawl.
I won’t fall for it,
Like I did time and time before.
I won’t be the one,
Followed by whispers of “whore.”
This time’s the last time.
One more timeI’ll hit the floor.
This time better be the last,
I can’t take this anymore.
I’m so sick of being used.
I’m so sick of being mislead.
I’m so sick of feeling,
My back against the bed.
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Fake smiles
And empty eyes
They’ll never make me
Believe your lies.
I see right through you.
So hide behind
Your simplistic words
Your twisted mind
You’ve crossed the line.
You can try to
Confuse my heart
And spin me every which way.
You can tell me to leave.
And you could beg me to stay.
But you’ll never make me believe
No, you’ll never make me see
Those words you want me to hear
Those lies you whisper in my ear.
They’ll never convince me
They’ll never control me.
I’m sick of your bullshit.
It’s the same thing every day.
I’m tired of hearing how
Everything will get better, It’s okay.
But I’m not alright.
I’m not alright.
I’ll never be just fine.
I’ve left everything else behind.
So this next time, it’s gonna be mine.
It’ll be my words, my lies.
It’s gonna be my turn to make you cry.
I won’t let you do this to me again.
I won’t let you just like all the other men.
I fell for it then, and I did it again today,
But next time, Next time, I’ll have my say.
I won’t let you convince me otherwise.
I won’t let any more tears fall from these eyes
okay i gues that's it for the poems.. gnight.