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Dina Kramer Poem
My thoughts of you turn in my head.
How do I move on?
When you did so quick?
I want to move on, I really do.
But God, you.
You haunt me.
You tie my wrists.
I want to want him.
But you fight my fists.
Beat me,
Bruise me,
Call me unworthy.
He thinks I’m worthy.
But you once did too.
Liar, Liar.
Why can’t I just love?
You turn my mind inside out,
And beat me, my love.
You will consume my thoughts,
and make me fear him.
He can’t be you.
No, he wouldn’t hurt me like you did.
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Anxiety crawls in my mind,
Shame and guilt combine,
To make internal distress,
Caused by your mess
Mixed with a little alcohol
And then you get the rest.
F*** you for making me bawl.
These days I don’t feel like living at all,
Due to fear you’ve placed in me,
I’m trying to stay above the water,
But you’re pouring more and drowning your daughter.
Just put down the bottle please,
Addiction is the disease.
Stop blaming me.
Your mind games, I’m done.
This pattern of dust and destruction, im begging,
Someone.
Chance after chance,
You keep returning to,
A cat and mouse dance,
Staring, you.
This rope of lies you tangled around my throat,
Paralyzes my will to fight.
Freedom is the antidote.
Instead I stare in the eyes of what I fear most,
Your selfish,
Manipulative,
Scathing
Ghost.
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The Fire Inside,
Makes me stronger.
I am happier.
I am braver.
I am resilient.
Because of The Fire Inside.
You can not destroy
The one with the angel’s wings.
I will fight for myself.
I will fight for others.
I will fight,
Until my last breath.
The Fire is empowerment.
I am me,
And no one will take that from me.
Time will tell,
The fire that grows,
In my soul,
Will be more powerful.
You tried to burn out the fire.
But the flame grows
In amidst of overcoming it.
Take me down,
And I will return.
Stronger.
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I’m not yours anymore.
I never was
And I never will be.
You said you loved me
But what do I know?
You break glass,
And blame it on me.
The final bow,
The last rose,
I realized,
I’m not over you.
You haven’t given me my heart back,
But you’re long gone.
It’s over.
It’s been over.
But you’re there.
You are always there.
You walked out on me.
Your anger stained my skin.
It’s there even when the mark is long gone.
I’m not innocent anymore.
Thanks to you.
I forgot what is was like to miss you.
I remember the beautiful parts of you.
I just don’t understand.
How can I still love you,
When all you did was destroy me.
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It’s addicting.
You pull me back in again and again.
I need you.
I try to run
And you grab my cut up wrists,
Pulling me back under.
Breathe.
Cut.
Breathe.
Cut.
The words pulse through my weapon as I lay it down.
The pain rips red through my veins.
The sting brings happiness.
Confusing, tortuous happiness.
Let my world fall around me.
It doesn’t matter.
The pleasure of the pain builds the walls up
As my world crumbles.
I fall back into your loving arms.
You have been there,
Throughout the light and dark,
The blood streaks as comfort.
I can’t not control the control I feel with you upon my thigh.
No one understands me like you do,
my dearest lover.
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Your touch.
Your love.
Your voice.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
Your pain.
Your hungry gaze.
Your possessiveness.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
Your anger.
Your guilt.
Your power.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
My brokenness.
My pain.
My memory.
Comes back to me,
In flashbacks.
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Dina Kramer Poem
64 days since you last spoke to me.
Or even looked at me.
I am nothing now,
Simply the one you played
Upon your chair, you liar.
How dare you
Make me fall for you, in that way.
To touch me like that,
To love me like that,
To throw me aside like that.
How dare you
Tell me you love me so
But your love was not of soul and heart.
You crave objects to dance for you.
You pulled my strings, and I lost everything.
You’ve harden my heart, oh deceitful snake.
You remorse not, my love aches.
64 days my love, my desire.
Since you played your game. Admire,
Your tricks of trade.
64 days from my other.
64 days without you stronger
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They say,
I am my illness.
They say,
I am
A maniac.
That I am psychotically psycho.
That isn’t true.
My voices say that they are liars.
They are out to get me.
They are out to make me look bad.
But I am smarter than them.
They can’t win the game I created.
I will be great.
My voices say so.
I am faithful to my fate.
I am normal; You can’t argue with my friends.
They say,
I am obsessed,
Possessed,
On a quest to be a pest.
My mind is colorful.
I am not my illness.
I’m different.
I am a maniac.
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December 1st 2017
Best friend.
Car drive.
Mental illness.
Love subside.
First kiss.
First touch.
First love.
First f**k.
Ripped clothes.
Bruises blue.
I’m sorrys
And I Love Yous.
All fights
Fire and ice.
Stubborn love
No patience can suffice.
Dirty secrets.
Broken past.
S***ty lies
Damaged everlast.
Fake promises
Blaming games
Complications
Open veins.
Soulmate.
Other half.
Twin flames.
What a laugh.
Broken heart.
Anger rage
One last bruise
Then You Left The Stage.
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Day One
I want my peace back.
You will no longer control my life.
I am stronger because of you.
And I hope you are new again.
I hope you can start over.
I hope you can forgive yourself.
I hope you will forgive me.
I hope you are changing.
I hope you changing for yourself,
Not for me,
But because of me.
I hope you meet someone new.
And I hope you treat her the way she should be.
I hope you love her,
Like I loved you.
I hope you are unapologetic,
Unapologetically yourself.
I hope you are the person you always wanted to be.
I hope you think of me,
And are able to forgive yourself.
Because I have forgiven you.
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