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 Mar 2018 Mister Granger
Chelle
Hello boy.
You picked up my book.


Open me up and flex out the spine
Dust off my pages, it’s been quite some time.


Your hands feel so good on the skin of my cover.
Take me home boy, and read me forever.


Read about the time when I cursed at the moon.
Or the time I was so lost, and dreamt to find you.


Skip the dark pages that haunt my parchment. Move back to chapters of happier moments.


Don’t put me back on that shelf boy, don’t be done with this book of mine. I love the way you read me, you see the beauty between the lines.

Add your own ink onto my paper, your story would look so good mixed in with mine. We could be a bestseller, something our children would read over time.

Keep my book boy, don’t let me go.
 Mar 2018 Mister Granger
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?
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