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A poem written at one fifty nine in the morning, about realisations

He commands "Draw me a picture" But darling, I was born to write

He broke me But still, I rise Open the curtains And smile at a new day

So many have come Left me more and more broken With each kiss, placed upon damp cheeks And puffy, distorted eyes So what makes you think that ..

This poem has been inspired by my love... The drives and adventures we go on and how our relationship has been five years in the making...

If I could draw All my pictures would be black Black on black on black Various shades of black and grey From the deepest pits of my heart

Hatred runs through my veins Like blood travelling to each organ Like oxygen to my lungs My eyes fill with red That coats everything and lea..

Waiting to explode Into a million pieces Trying to fill the void Of my sadness and loneliness Which never ceases to grow It's relentless ..

I feel so small standing in the darkness that absorbs all my colours and all my emotions until I am empty and have to rely on someone to ta..

These voices Are so loud The pounding Won't cease I'm going under And giving in I'm sorry that I Let you down But the couches Keep..