TW- violence, abuse
Your hands are my necklace,
I am yours to take,
My body is your canvas,
With shades of red you paint,
Your hands clamp around my wrists,
Leaving bruises like bracelets,
But, you say you love me,
I'm not one of those random faces,
Sometimes your words are cruel,
They stab my heart like knives,
But, I know you don't mean it,
You just get angry sometimes,
You tell me you love me,
Of course, I believe every word,
Even though we're told our relationship,
Is wrong by the whole world,
Sometimes I want to leave you,
But, I wouldn't cope,
I need you, I rely on you,
It's like I'm bound with rope.
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
