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Passive-Aggressive goes with what I'm wearing now, Dear.
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Poems You've been the release that I've needed,
scratching my nails down your back.
You've vanquished the ghosts I so heeded,
I'll always be thankful for that.
My scars are not there to be picked, though,
and if you think that it's OK you're wrong.
So I'm left with the taste of cold coffee,
your scent, and the words to this song.
When you held me in your palm,
the times that I'd fit there,
When you let me put an arm around you,
without all this judgement I can't bear.
When you can do that again (if you can),
then again I'll be the woman you first met,
I'll reconsider the original plan.
I'm sorry.
Kneeling at the alter of someone else mercy now,
just hoping they don't take pity on me,
