this could've been easier
for the three of us
but God made the three of us
and now we're here
to look at you asleep and know
this is the first time in months
you could sleep at peace
to know behind your closed eyes
you let yourself rest
because you knew you were safe
away from your parents
i'll never forgive them for what they did to you
the person they robbed you of
of love and confidence
of self-assuredness and identity
the hollow cast they made out of you
maybe i just want to love you
but you won't even have that
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
