I'm looking at her as she walks by
Skin tan
Legs long
Winged eyeliner
What appears wrong, you ask?
Other than the large red hand print on her cheek
I wouldn't say much
I stare long at her
She appears to hold back tears
Flawless
Bitter
Her rage could cut a knife
Yet I stare
Completely and utterly
Mesmerized
Transfixed
Because how could some one so beautiful
Go through that hurt and pain
Again and again
Day in and out
Her skin an easel
Of red blue and purple hues
What the fuck
Is wrong with you
To love him so much
That you hurt yourself
That is not love
That is not pure
That is not you
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