i am so tender
your lips pierce my skin
you are so oblivious
you are leaving your mark on me
shards of your jagged heart planted inside of me
like splinters in my skin
i am not a salmon, sordfish, macrol, betta, or pickerel
i am just bate
dispensed on a hook
in the putrid sea of teenage corruption
you are resentment
and a waste of poetry
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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