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This is Staceys Page
This page is dedicated to a very good friend of mine called Stacey. Her poems mean so much to me and I hope they do to you.
LEECH
Love is a big fucking leech
It drains you of all your fluids
Leaves you dry
The parasite wraps itself round your heart
Slowly squeezing more each day
He doesnt stop until hes satisfied
You're as pale as a ghost. eyes black as night
You're so sick you cant eat
You get so tired you cant sleep
You get so lost you dont know where you are
You get so fucked you dont know whats up or down
Your tears are of blood, but he dont give a fuck
Love is always there, knoreing at your heart, your flesh
Love will use you for his own pleasures
He knows of his powers, but is blind to his wrath
No one survives love
Love is the death of us all
Written By Stacey
Edited by Paul
YOU'RE WORTH NOTHING
You feel as if you're a fetus.
You scream but no fucking one hears.
You cry but no fucking one sees tears.
You feel like an animal that needs a home.
Your fucking owners disowned you.
You get thrown out, there's nothing you can do.
You feel like an old pair of 'lucky' shoelaces.
Your fucking boyfriend has used you and now he's done.
You wonder how he can forget how you've helped him win.
You feel like a C.D. with a scratch.
You were good until you got a mark.
You are left in a closet, in the dark.
You feel like an item in a store on a top shelf.
You're out of reach for anyone to touch.
You don't feel as if you're worth too much.
You feel like a t-shirt with a hole.
Your fucking owner does not want to be seen with you.
You're stuffed in a drawer and replaced with a new.
You're worth nothing; you might as well be dead.
YOU MAKE LIFE WORTHWHILE
Dedicated to Jeremy G. and Scott L.
I feel I am nothing.
Just before I take my life you come into the picture.
You're always there.
How can you care for someone like me?
Why is it I love you so much?
I may not mean to you what you mean to me, but I know why.
I feel like crying.
Just before I'm about to give up you arrive.
You're the one I lean on when I cry.
How can you stand caring for me?
I wish I could help you as you have for me, but I can't.
My love goes to you simple and true.
Our friendship mean a lot, even though we've argued and fought.
I want to be there for you as you have for me, I hope that you can see, I want
to be to you as you are to me.
LOVE AND HATE
What is love?
What is hate?
Is love to hate?
Do we love to hate?
Do we hate to love?
Do we know how to love?
Do we know how to hate?
Do we have to love?
Do we want to hate?
Is hate reality?
Is love fate?
Is love to share?
Is hate not to care?
Is there an answer?
OVER YOU
Salty tears of hate and rage run down my face.
I'm going to put you back in your place.
You've put me in my wild rage.
I'm sending you to a cage.
What I'm giving you in what you deserve.
When I throw my punch my wrist won't swerve.
You're chicken shit, I can tell you're scared.
That's all I've ever been by you, but you never cared.
I'm having a rage overload.
I am in crazy mode.
My advice to you in run now.
No matter what I'll hunt you down.
To me you've always been the world's biggest prick.
When you least expect it, I'll cut off your dick.
From you, boy, I will take no more of your fucking bull.
I'm never giving you another though and living life in full.
If you read these poems and feel like I did, then you can email Stacey at the address below. If you like them then tell her how you felt.
Stacey's email
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