The tear-stained paper filled with my poetry
has dried out clean,
my mascara-stained pillow
is white once again,
my snot-stained sweatshirt
is spotless, like it's brand new,
every unsaid word
I regret not saying, has left my skin,
every date we had
I remember so vividly
is gone from my body,
every word you told me
that has haunted me
has gone to haunt you,
all the reasons you damaged me,
or what your rough hands feel like
your whiny & piercing voice
has left my mind & my body
and I feel soft, once again.
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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...
