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I’m through with you

You were so charmingly cute,

you painted laughter on my face so easily.

Your intelligence warmed my heart.

But you didn’t give a shit about me.

I was just a fleeting desire to you-

I meant nothing to you.

Whilst my unrequited affection

And your ignoring made me cry

You had the audacity to say we

Could still talk on the phone

Because you love talking to me

And that maybe something could happen in the future.

Well, my response is that you’re a dick

And I’m through with you.

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

 

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Such madness to harm myself so I can feel okay

Such madness
To create more physical pain
To rid me of my pure pain
So I can ignore the horrible truth
Of my life-
The reason why
I’m half alive.
Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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So much has changed in one year and yet it hasn’t

Holding it all together
When inside I’m dying inside.

Daggers pierce my heart again
And I remind myself it is okay to feel this pain,
It’s okay not to be okay.

So much has changed in one year and yet it hasn’t.
Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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I want someone to tell me it will be okay

I want someone to tell me it will be okay
But it can’t ever be with pain under the surface
Of my life.

My body reminds me of my rape.
Of his violent body forcing itself inside
Mine.

I now bravely wear the dress I wore that day
And the bra
And I feel powerful.
But nothing can undo what he did to me,
What he took from me.

There are times I wish I could live a normal life.
Not worry that a man is going to fast
And needs to slow down.
Not feel that all men could potentially rape.
But how can I?

Instead I live this beautiful lie.
The lie that he didn’t ruin me with his act
That I’m not staying away from the axe.

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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Shisha calms my bones

Blood in my blunt nails
Each time it feels I’ve failed-

Lost self, lost night, lost life.
But Shisha stopped me bleeding so much tonight.

Shisha calmed my bones.
It took me home
To a tranquil place
Where I was safe.

To stop the bleeding it seems
You have to give in to other indulgences,
Other sins.
I have too much pain stored in my bones
To cope all on my own.
My trauma doesn’t live in my mind anymore
But it’s still stuck in my bones.
I need some release,
I need some calming shisha,
A cigarette or two.
At least that isn’t as bad as subtly making myself bleed.
Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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Euphoric bliss

I crave
The sweetest hit-
It takes me to my solitary bedroom rave.
I ignore the clock’s tick
When euphoric bliss
Hits me.

I dance in the street,
Sway my hair,
Tap my feet,
I don’t care!

Confidence, mischief, hilarity
Engulfs me,
Transforms me,
Becomes me.
Music,
Art,
People
Are so beautiful.
Everything is beautiful.

The best moments of my entire life
Spent grooving and singing along to Bob Marley and Destiny’s Child classics
With my best friend on a Thursday afternoon

Ecstatic energy floods through my veins.
Exists no pain.

Words on paper drip beautifully like blood
From the depths of my soul.

This is what it means to be alive.

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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