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you used me, you know
took me by the heart and swung me around as if I were a rag doll
as if I couldn't feel anything
as if it didn't even matter if I did
but it hurt, my god did it hurt
it ripped at my chest and pulled at my skin
and I hurt, I hurt so bad
but at least I knew that I loved.
I knew that I loved you enough
because it broke open my insides until they were a bleeding, broken mess
and my cheeks were stained with tears and makeup
my eyes were puffy and so, so dull
and you called me beautiful
you said I looked so beautiful like this
empty and vacant and battered
so I let you do it again and again and
again
you called me beautiful and once again I was putty in your hands
pliant and moldable and a copy, simply a copy
there was nothing left of me as a person
I was your rag doll
your prized possession of soft skin and skeleton
sitting cross legged and beautiful on your shelf
decorated with smatters of purples and blues and yellows
you called me beautiful
and no one else would ever find me beautiful
so I sat, still and pretty and delicate
you called me beautiful
until the day I wasn't, anymore
until the day I was nothing but a jumble of bones
set inside translucent, bruised skin
and i knew that I loved you enough for the both of us
but that couldn't have been enough at all
this was it, this was all
you made me into your freak show
and i was not beautiful
I was never beautiful
I was a broken shell of something that once had potential
to be something wonderful
but doesn't, anymore
took me by the heart and swung me around as if I were a rag doll
as if I couldn't feel anything
as if it didn't even matter if I did
but it hurt, my god did it hurt
it ripped at my chest and pulled at my skin
and I hurt, I hurt so bad
but at least I knew that I loved.
I knew that I loved you enough
because it broke open my insides until they were a bleeding, broken mess
and my cheeks were stained with tears and makeup
my eyes were puffy and so, so dull
and you called me beautiful
you said I looked so beautiful like this
empty and vacant and battered
so I let you do it again and again and
again
you called me beautiful and once again I was putty in your hands
pliant and moldable and a copy, simply a copy
there was nothing left of me as a person
I was your rag doll
your prized possession of soft skin and skeleton
sitting cross legged and beautiful on your shelf
decorated with smatters of purples and blues and yellows
you called me beautiful
and no one else would ever find me beautiful
so I sat, still and pretty and delicate
you called me beautiful
until the day I wasn't, anymore
until the day I was nothing but a jumble of bones
set inside translucent, bruised skin
and i knew that I loved you enough for the both of us
but that couldn't have been enough at all
this was it, this was all
you made me into your freak show
and i was not beautiful
I was never beautiful
I was a broken shell of something that once had potential
to be something wonderful
but doesn't, anymore
Word vomit.
It went in a completely different direction than what I was planning but I kind of just let it go.
At least I loved enough to hurt.
It went in a completely different direction than what I was planning but I kind of just let it go.
At least I loved enough to hurt.
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