Click, click, click, it's stuck
A voice if you'd call it that in tune with
one jerky movement
The poor girl trapped inside the box
seizes and dances with lightning
through her veins and water in her head
One rhythm, no expression
Just a dull 'eee-o-o-o-eee-o-o-eee'
Wake up, Jesus, please let me wake up
Love doesn't always feel like love.
Sometimes it's so faint within you,
you forget it,
But it will always linger between
Only showing up to send the
of your pulse into
You feel it when your heart skips
a beat and races so you
feel like you can't
Those are the times
you remember your love
Shorter than me. About 5 feet and one measly inch. Grant it I'm only two measly inches.
But I'd hug her. Wrap my arms up and around her teeny shoulders and back around her small frame.
I'd hug her. Tight and close.
She is the smallest of the three of us. However, she's the oldest. She will be twenty tomorrow.
I'd hug her like the first time I left her as she went to her decorated dorm room for college.
I'd squeeze her. For as long as she would let me hold her.
At that time she had just wanted to be free. A few months later she cried to me about how she wished she was home, back in bed sleeping beside me the way we had spent most of the last two years.
I miss her. Oh, how I'd hug her.
Skipper. Petit and sad. She sometimes hates the hugs I give her.
My mom always says she is lucky. She needs someone as warm and loving as me.
I'd hold her, keep her there until I had to let her go. Or at least until she made me. Yet, I know she cried too as she walked away and we stood and watched.
I wish I spent more of my summer a long side her. I regret it and I'm sorry I didn't.
It may have been her last summer home.
I didn't even drive her to Colorado. She didn't mind. She was excited for her new life.
If I had spent my time with her I would have made her miss me. She would want to visit.
I'd hug her. My arms around her bony back. I'd hold her.
Keep her for my own. No one could touch her. No one could hurt her. Not even herself.
He threw his stone at the lake, I watched his stone skip 5 times as it kept awake. From the twist of his hand to the magic he makes,
to a skip stone I could never repeat!
His hands like shovels I like the way he scribbles,
Self taught instructed by the heart exceptional he built his habitat,
Summer breeze coasting through the trees
Wind chimes remind me
I've had better times
But here I am again
Because I can't sleep peacefully
Mary Jane hides the worst in me
As I shut my eyes,
I only see
Like the color of my soul
I was doing so well you see
But I had a crack in my shield
And the nightmares came back
I only had my screams to keep me company
3 hours, and one very hot shower later
And I'm back,
Contemplating life on the patio
Flicking a lighter
Letting the smoke seep
Back into my system
It's a vicious cycle
Recovering from memories
My nightmare waits for me back home
2 hours and 12 minutes away
I can't put it off any longer
Just thinking about him makes me anxious
And terribly sad
Because people who tell you they love you
Shouldn't hurt you
They shouldn't force and rip their way inside of you
Until everything burns
Make no mistake
Tears don't blur the violence
Soap never disinfects the shame of silence
I think I should be over it by now
Honestly, shit happens
People get raped every day
Anyone who tells you different is a liar
Or perhaps just blind
I don't need prayers
I don't need sympathy
I probably need a damn lobotomy
Or maybe just a clean slate
So I continue to breathe
One breath at a time
While my eyes gradually drift close
I am alive
But parts of me are dead
But even Wonder Woman needs a day off
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