when i was 3 i told you about the monsters in the closet,
so you'd insist on coming round
just to scare them away
when i was 8 they came back
but under the bed this time
you'd always ask my mum if you could sleep over
of course she said yes
she'd always liked you best
they went away for a while
when i was 11 they came back
but inside my head this time
voices ringing through my mind
you couldn't seem to scare them away
so you left instead
you became the monster that day
and the voices refused to rest
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
