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Greg Parke : Photography & Poetry

Don't Push

Robbed and shit kicked
I would rather any of these
Instead of the pitiful small pieces of my heart
The ones you broke my ribs to get to
The rear you squeezed and ripped out of my chest
I see it beating
You keep me alive for pain
If I leave my heart
I will die
But if I stay
I will want to die
You pull my heart apart
Looking for the pieces with your name on
To throw that away
The cheep patch job
A never ending forget-me-not
Still in all this hate and anger
I can still find love and hope
A little piece you missed
Your name still on my heart
A little ray of hope
With that little piece
You might realize that you still need me
Guilt inside your head
Angel face
A cover for a she devil
With that little ray of hope
I can hope like hell
My hell
The hell you made me
It will turn you good
But if you’re going to keep fucking with my mind
I will find that piece for you
Force it back and live empty
I will do it
Don’t push