The cigarette smoke makes your beat-up ford feel a little more like home. Your temper and your tone makes me feel like a child again. Makes me feel like I'm alright again. Me constantly packing my suitcase I'm a child again. I just want to be loved again. You push me against the wall, and I see my fathers face not yours. You complain about me not doing enough and I hear my mothers voice. I find my parents in you. I find my childhood in you. You made me naïve. Just like I once was. I stopped believing in Santa too early and believed in my parents too late. I think I'm trying to re-create my childhood. As if it could replace the memories. I think I'm using you to make them seem not as bad. To make my childhood seem not that bad. To make my parents seem not that bad. To make everything seem normal.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
