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Sick (Of You)

by Jersey D Gibson

Take my hand I give it to you,
I am alone everytime you're around.
I close my eyes and brace myself,
no matter what, you're gonna break my shell.

.....my scars are yours today.

I wrote to you with my blood,
on the wall, "I'm sorry."


am I done healing?

I'm fully alive more than most,
all my complaints shrink to nothing.
You're glad for one day of comfort,
only because I have suffered.

.....I'm tired of being honest.

I tried to save you,
you tried to kill me.


am I done healing?

Lost in that pretty hole you call a mouth,
it speaks all the necessary lies.
Your hands run ruin into my soul,
starting now, I only noticed your face.

.....you said you could never leave me.

Everything that you do,
you just build up my shell.


am I done healing?

12/08/2005

Posted on 12/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kimberly Rhode on 12/10/05 at 03:58 AM

your writing is the kind i don't even want to touch. don't know if i could. in a good way.

Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 12/10/05 at 10:43 AM

This poem is so appropos for relationships in my pas and probably in the future. Pain tempered with a great deal of ennui.

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