In my early days
Before I met you
And questioned everything
About my family,
Late nights
Staying up til 3:52am
Was spent
Tossing and turning
With tears clouding the
Darkness that swallowed
Me whole every awful
Night with or without
His hands raking my body
For his own dirty pleasure.
Nights spent til
3:52am
Contemplating suicide by
Slitting my wrists
With that pocket knife he gave me
For protection.
Why didn't I use it
Against his throat
When he touched me
And his touch was like fire,
Spreading all over my body,
My innocence,
Making me want to
Skin myself alive
And soak it in
Acid.
Nights spent til 3:52am
Replaying all my happy
Memories I keep
Towards the front of that
Rusted filing cabinet
In my mind.
Now with you in my life
And by my side,
My nights spent til 3:52am
Hearing you snore loudly
And your left foot
Touching me, always
For reassurance that I am there
And this isn't a dream.
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Yellow Means Happy • Poetry
Poesia"And like a small sunflower, You will bloom and rise. You will shine brighter than all stars, And be as happy as you can be." 💛 Uplifting, motivating and happy poetry 💛
