Bruised My Skin Read Count : 23

Category : Poems

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Don't look at me as if I were your savior, 
 When I don't know why I was born,
 And what dreams of mine have desires. 

 I held the hands of those
  With whom I got nowhere.
I kissed lips that bit my tongue
  And bruised my skin, 
  Kind of violence in the name of fake love. 

 I don't remember who I cried for the last time,
  Sometimes bad thoughts
  Come like an avalanche
  And I have nowhere to hide, 
 Only under the blanket, in bed.

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  • Feb 04, 2025

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