After I left her
After I finally built up the courage
To say it's enough
I heard this voice in my head
Telling me all the things I (don't) want to hear
I can perfectly pinpoint
When she said her first "I love you"
But I don't remember when she first hit me
I was probably high or drunk
I don't even remember half my life
But I do recall one afternoon
Mom and dad fought like always
I wondered why my sister cried
And warily watched my parents shove each other
I wanted to know why they married so young
And how they made a living
When they hated each other
But mostly I wanted to know
How it felt when my dads fist hit the wall
Or how my mom felt when her husband took her baby
Anyways, that's all I remember
Later mom called the police
And we went for fast food
And my dad looked me in the eye
Telling me never to speak of that again
And I really didn't
Other than a few times
It's taken me a while to realize
That I have a nice life
And that my life has been ruined from the start
But I do, I have a nice life
I've given her up
She hurt me, Loneliness
That's her name
Sometimes I jokingly call her my Lonesome
But with every joke there's a kernel of truth
And she hated me for it
She hit me harder than ever
She shoved me like my parents shoved each other
But after that
She kissed my mouth
Stroked my hair, and told me not to cry
And I forgave her
Loneliness, I forgave her.
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melancholia: a collection of poetry
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry all written by myself The individual poems will be marked as parts with their names. These poems are completely my own. They are the essence of my soul. It's like when you are younger and you just painted something out...
