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Astrid Tres Poem
You’ve brought me down
So many times
I cannot believe
I am still alive
Stomping
Pushing
Biting
Every time I say a word
You punch me
And break my nose
But here I go again
Wishing for another beating
Following you
Like a dog
But, no
I can’t keep living like this
I the servant
You the master
This time I won’t let you
Bring me down
I’m fighting
You try to push me
Over the railing
I turn and see
The look of surprise on your face
As you feel
Yourself lose your grip
And begin to fall
I watch you
I hear the thump
Two flights of stairs down
I fell nothing but hate
No compassion,
No pity
I laugh out loud
I knew you’d get what you deserved
But I’m not done with you
And I throw myself
After you
And
I can feel the heat as I fall
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Astrid Tres Poem
Who am I?
I’m not sure anymore.
When I say hi.
I feel like a lie.
Who am I?
I feel like I’m crying,
Like I’m drowning,
Like I’m dieing, while I sit here.
Who am I?
Will I ever know?
Will I ever find out my meaning?
Will I ever know whom I’m seeing?
Staring back with eyes so cold?
Who am I?
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Astrid Tres Poem
I see you, lying there,
Dead,
Like a dog,
Bleeding.
Your blood and sweat mixing
And pouring on the floor.
I love you.
I opened myself to you.
You knew everything about me.
I trusted you.
But I turned around and you
Stabbed me in the back.
I loved you.
Your eyes were wide with shock,
As I came towards you,
Then they turned to fear.
I loved you.
As you fell and scrambled away,
I came forward with my arm raised high,
My eyes bleak and emotionless,
You watched as my arm came down,
And you screamed.
I loved you.
I am empty now,
My body is covered with your blood,
You took away my heart,
I took away your life.
I loved you.
But I cannot live with a heart.
Me, the dog hugging, children loving person that I was,
You have destroyed me.
I am nothing. What do I have to life for?
I loved you.
“I can’t fake living with emptiness
inside me,” I say out loud.
As I sink the knife into myself.
It hurts, but finally as my eyes close,
I feel.
I finally feel something.
I loved you.
And a teardrop falls to my cheek,
Just as I fall atop you.
I really did love you.
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