If I could take every time I
Cried about the shit you pulled
Manipulative fights and nights so cold
The times you kicked us
Choked us
When your voice wasnt the same
I gave you a different name
If I stacked all these times like bricks
How big would our house be then?
If I could take every time I
Cried about your empty spasms
Falling down a spiraling chasm
By my window sill at night
Your chemo
When your voice was filled with pain
I tried to focus on the rain
If I counted all these times like pills
Would we call the pills our home, instead?
Perhaps I could take every time you
Reeled us right back in for more
Vodka spilled on bathroom floors
With your sober laugh
Warm hugs
When you bought us charming gifts
I felt my spirits lift
Our house would be the same as it's always been.
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A Vacation to Hell
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me and inspired by my hellish life. There are hidden meanings in these, if your bored see if you can find them! Enjoy?¿ (Extra Terrestrial is my favorite)
