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RoseScarlet

Published: Apr 16, 2015

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you are acidic rain seeping into raw wounds in my chest,
and i am too exhausted to push you away
though we both know you will be the death of me.
but in this pain that is wasting away my limbs,
baring my bones to the numbing cold,
leaving me breathless,
in between our heartbeats there is something
like (bitter)sweetness,
something like longing,
for what cannot fill the gaping hollows of my ribcage
still leaves me an aching sort of beautiful.

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Medoriko

May 28, 2015

The first and last line of this poem are the strongest and have the most impact. I also like the second line too...every piece of this is bitter emotions that hits you, and sucks you dry until you're raw

And I mean this in a good way. I love poems like these.

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