Sometimes I would hold the hand that broke me, expecting it to be a barricade between me and a vehicle.

Sometimes I got so scared of the monsters under my bed,
but I didn't realize that I crawled into bed with one, expecting it to stop the nightmares it caused in the first place.

Sometimes it kissed my finger when I got a paper cut,
but never once did it cool the tobacco kissed burns on my arm.
Sometimes it whispered "I love you" with the same lips that screamed "You're worthless!"

I remember when I hated everything about it but I still craved it to stay.
I remember when it left, but its presence still breaks my bones and cuts my skin.

Christmas is not the same anymore.
I have to buy flowers instead of the watch you wanted.
Christmas became different when you hung from that rope
and God I don't think I can ever eat another christmas cookie, go to a Christmas party, or open a present without remembering that you're lifeless and covered in dirt.

I love you more than she does I promise.

I know a lot of you guys are dealing with a lot and if you ever need someone to talk to feel free to message me. I would be happy to help, or just be there for you to vent.
         I really wish that Hellopoetry could be more connected. As fellow artists, I challenge you to take a risk and talk to someone on here, even if its just to say you appreciate their work. If you do take that risk, message me and tell me how it goes. Lets turn a website into a family.

xoxo
Court