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18 Years Agoi.
18 years ago
you touched me
16 years ago
14 years ago
I finally told on you
was all I heard
until I willingly was touched
till I was calm
I'm still waiting for a time
when I can truly let him love me
I never did confront you
for those 18 years of pain
And the years that are to follow
until I can really let someone in
You Must Be MistakenCome on what have you got to lose?
When it happened you only crawled inside yourself to hide
So how can it touch you?
There's nothing wrong with ignoring the pain
Don't let it cripple you
It was so long ago
when everything changed
Stop holding on to it
Just let it go
Perhaps it was mostly imagined
and you're throwing around blame
based on a broken memory
Time has a way of clouding and changing the things that happen
So how do you know if you remember correctly?
Could it all be some dream?
This shared reality
This deep pain
WhoreSo this is the word you felt you had to write
This is the word you want etched on my skin
A badge to declare to the entire world
That I am The Number One Whore
You've marked my mind
When you wish it was my body
Some how you feel I deserve this crime
Your wish was to wound me
To make tears flow
But your ignorance is funny
My smile is all I'll show
Love ThiefIf you love me I will sing to you
the words that aren't mine to give
For you I would steal all the good things
and break the bounds of morality
to show that you are special
and whole inside me
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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