"You're bruised and that's ugly." he mutters harshly
but lingers by your side.
"You're sad and that's ugly." he hisses deep inside your head, his fingers on your throat.
"You're broken and that's ugly." he screams against your lips.
"You're ugly and I love you." he whispers when he leaves.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2006-03-08 at 18:26
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