Sharing a poem with you today. Dark self or someone real? You decide.
SHE DRESSED IN BLACK She dressed in black The scar on her cheek Was from an unknown attack. She laughed at my Pastel-colored shirt. Her baby talk and tattoos Incongruent with her smirk. As she lit her cigarette She asked me why I was so naïve. To think I could Break away From this Structure that was Destined to me. "Besides," she asked "Could you live without The luxury you’ve known?" She said, "Give me a call When you’re ready To go." Then she kicked at a stone With her Doc Marten toe. Her laughter fell flat On the side of the road. Her sarcasm Crawled beneath my skin And lingered... Daring me to begin.
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