Pull The Card From Your Sleeve

by TiffanyTrippout   Oct 24, 2008


Can you smell the wicked in the air?

Pull the card from your sleeve,
I'm sick and tired of the tricks.
Just freakin' leave.

You know my past,
and that I'm as useful as broken glass.
Honey I'll make you bleed,
leave you dead on your doorstep.
Laugh as your parents grieve.

I'm in middle lane of angst and depair.
Whether I'll actually kill you,
or just sit in my room and stare.

You know the drill.

Break me.
Hate me.
Then make me whole.
You're no Romeo,
and I'm not longer this perfect Juliet.

Cut me open,
take a glance at my heart.
It'll show you the bruises,
I let you start.

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  • 15 years ago

    by a broken smile with a broken heart is a poets life

    This is such a wonderful poem. the metaphors you used where amazing and unique.

    "Break me.
    Hate me.
    Then make me whole.
    You're no Romeo,
    and I'm not longer this perfect Juliet"
    >>this is just perfect. very few words but they get the point accross i like how you used Romeo and Juliet to describe the broken or tragic side of a relationship.

    Over all Great job!!

    **Ada**
    *aBSwaBHiaPL*

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