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Thats me
Every
Birthday candle
Angel hour
Fountain coin
Church prayer
Dandelion blow

I wish for the same thing.
I'm still waiting for my wish to come true.
I wish that they would accept me as I am. As nonbinary.
I dread having to choose between their love and my happiness.
I wish they would understand
Why do I still miss you?
I miss the way you talked to me so sweet
Told me that I was so pretty,
The way I o            p            e            n            e            ­d my legs for you.

I knew it was wrong.
It felt so wrong.
But I was so lonely, and something in my ****** up mind said it was right.

And so, I came back.
And when I couldn't, I turned to others, tried to replicate that feeling.
And now I can't even do that.

I feel disgusting for what I did.
They say, I was only 10, I didn't know any better.
But I did. I know I did.
And I feel guilty for painting myself as the victim.
I mean, he didn't force me,
He didn't split me open.
He never even touched me.
He just turned me into a puppet
and
had me do it myself
with
a camera in front.
...

I still miss you,
No, crave for you.
For those words that
dripped sweet like
the slick between
                               thighs
my
                                                              ey­es
your
                                                         ­                                    ****.

Why do I still miss you?
Why do I still miss him?
Why do I feel disgusting for the actions of that disgusting man?
You're so far away
But then, I realize that
The stars are farther
I simply love the moon in the mist.
The landscape,
the shadows of trees at night.
Your burning love,
The scent of olive groves.
Why can't I remember
what happened
in my childhood

Why can't I remember
those good days
before everything became so tiring and overwhelming
before everything turned to ****

Why can't I remember
much more than bits and pieces
I just want to relish in those happy moments
reminisce in my past and forget about my present

Why can't I remember
don't you know that I cry nightly,
wishing to not grow up
wishing for just a bit more time

Why can't I remember
please, just let me remember
please?
I'm so scared of growing up, its all going by so fast
When you did respond,
you told me that you were sorry.
That you were
alive.
I think you understood where my worry came from.

I asked you where you had been,
and you said that you were just doing school and sleeping.
It was another depressive episode.

Oh, well.

I feel bad to feel relieved,
But
It could've been worse.
You could've
Cut too deep
Or stayed in bed
Or skipped your meds
Or taken too many...

You could've
Left me.

I said sorry for being such a bother,
Said that "I hope you feel better."
And even though thats not quite right thing to say,
But I think that's the closest I could've gotten.
I really hope you get better
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