taste_for_blood
silentbob you were four years old when you first realized you could be hurt.

Not just by biting your tounge

or stepping on a nail sticking out of a board.

But by another person.

On purpose.


You were four years old when you first learned someone could go out of their way to hurt you.

The world seemed a lot bigger after that.

The world seemed a lot darker and colder.

The world was a scary place after that.

The playground wasn't so secure after that.


You were fourteen years old when you first realized you could hurt someone else.

Not just by slapping their face.

Or stepping on their foot.

But inside their heart.

On purpose.

You were fourteen years old when you got your first taste for blood.

you couldn't get enough of it after that.

You wanted boys to want and adore you.

you wanted to break everyones heart after that.

You wanted them to know that you were someone they should love, but that you didn't need them to love you to be strong.

And you would let them know, even if it broke their heart.


You were twenty years old the first time you regretted breaking someones heart.

You really cared about him and wished him the best.

But somehow the best wasn't good enough if it wasn't with you.

You were twenty years old the first time someone killed himself for you.

With your name written in his blood on his wall from where the razor punctured.

Somehow he never recovered.

Somehow you never recovered.

The playground didn't seem so secure after that. 		020222
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yummyC bobby
your poems are
wow-ful. 		020227
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that girl i love silentbob 030224
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celestias shadow that was beautiful. devastating, but beautiful. thank you. 030928
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misstree and again i *swoon*
some things never change. 		030928
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grendel the ghost of a shattered tooth, the ache of a chewed lower lip, the sting of a bitten tongue 030929
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jezabel turns into an ache after a bit of time
like a wound trying to heal
but i will pick at the scab
until i can remember the bite
and get reluctant scarlet to swell, spotted,
checked by part-knitted scar. 		030929
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grendel copper_iron_and_salt

taste_of_blood 		030930
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phil playground = left hook 030930
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the girl next door in the real world
i want to hurt things
while inside
i want to be hurt

it's all about
power_and_control. 		060508
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the boy upstairs ...but its easier to let them taste mine, then to take theirs...


...I can't I can't I can't...


I feel sick. 		060508
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the girl next door is it taking
if you have brought them to it
"of their own will?"
some have a taste_for_bleeding. 		060508
what's it to you?
who go 		blather
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