My body keeps walking my sidewalk,
but I keep seeing the same things
because you left me
with no other choice
but to keep walking in place,
you told me you would be back to hold me
so I stay in place waiting for you.
I see myself swinging on my cranky swing set
and my chalky sidewalk
that never changes,
I see your giant body
trying to fit into my swing set,
trying to swing with me
holding my tiny body that's shaken with fear.
Even after it has been many years
I'm still in the same spot,
seeing the same things
replay over again,
I'm trying to beg you to see that
I don't want to play with you
but you're not coming back to you.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
