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Brown Eyes
His brown eyes
blurred into the
beauty of the stars
in the sky.
"I love you," he said
to me.
This was long ago. I
doubt he remembers the
time he held me for hours
and we whispered secrets.
I doubt he'd remember the
thorn he stuck into my
heart when he told me
it wasn't true.
"You're such a little whore,"
he said to me just yesterday.
I think he meant it as a
compliment.
Now, the word is carved into
my heart and my legs.
Only one of those scars is
ever going to heal. It does
not matter what anyone else
tells me, I am still the
whore. I still do
whatever
he wants, just so he'll want
me. Even though, believe me,
I know, he's only going to
hurt me. His only pleasure
is when I bleed.
And, upon hearing your voice,
I recall both times. I wish
you would tell me you loved
me. I know it isn't true.
I mean, no matter what you
say or how many times you
call me a whore I will still
come running after you.
I will always miss you.
I will always miss his brown
eyes, blurred into the
beauty of the stars
in the night sky.
blurred into the
beauty of the stars
in the sky.
"I love you," he said
to me.
This was long ago. I
doubt he remembers the
time he held me for hours
and we whispered secrets.
I doubt he'd remember the
thorn he stuck into my
heart when he told me
it wasn't true.
"You're such a little whore,"
he said to me just yesterday.
I think he meant it as a
compliment.
Now, the word is carved into
my heart and my legs.
Only one of those scars is
ever going to heal. It does
not matter what anyone else
tells me, I am still the
whore. I still do
whatever
he wants, just so he'll want
me. Even though, believe me,
I know, he's only going to
hurt me. His only pleasure
is when I bleed.
And, upon hearing your voice,
I recall both times. I wish
you would tell me you loved
me. I know it isn't true.
I mean, no matter what you
say or how many times you
call me a whore I will still
come running after you.
I will always miss you.
I will always miss his brown
eyes, blurred into the
beauty of the stars
in the night sky.
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