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Bailey Mar 2016
A broken screen door creaks my name
An invitation my ***** ears know
The voices behind it all the same

The flickering lamp strives to stay
In this dusty, sleepy home
A broken screen door creaks my name

A memory in each carefree stain
At the rotting table where I eat
The voices behind it all the same

In the dead grass I play my games
Dirt clings like birthmarks to my feet
A broken screen door creaks my name

At night, on my shared bed I lay
Staring at the chipping door
The voices behind it all the same

Bug infested and near the shore
I don't know how to wish for more
A broken screen door creaks my name
The voices behind it all the same
Simpler times...
  Mar 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
I walk a fine line
Between risk and safety
I stumble blindly
Not knowing my own hand
Each second that passes
The blindfold only tightens
I hear a voice
Made of flame
-Oh that seductive flame-
Lead me through
The troublesome night
My heart it screams
"This isn't the way!"
My head it sings
"Please continue to play!"
Discordant noises echo
Off the walls of my mouth
But in the end
My tongue slips
And everything goes south

The fine line I walk is blurring
I can't see it
Not even a sliver
How am I to know what
I'm doing is wrong
I was just listening
To the sweet devil's song
Bailey Mar 2016
yes, yes you can look through my heart just
just let me fall asleep first
and make sure
you tiptoe your way through
don't step on
those insults I've kept
don't trip over
those names sticking out like roots
you can walk around the pity if you want
but empathy is what you're walking on
you can't get away from that
neither can I
you can sit in the compassion chairs
everyone says they're so nice
please ignore the band aids on the walls
I'm supposed to get stitches someday
at least that's what mom says
that corner labeled "self love"
please stay away from that
I've worked so ******* it
and when you leave
please keep the door unlocked
I don't have a key
Bailey Mar 2016
I don't understand you
because you are so unlike me
to my 7 year old sister with sass and class
Bailey Mar 2016
I meet them
I assess them
I then show off
the attributes I have
that remind me of them

I fill in
for what they need
I eat
their insecurities
like candy

I seem so perfect
and then there's...
that one thing
there's always
that one thing

That reason
for which I can't stay
and I've made them stronger
given them everything

But I've left
with the most
delicious part
their hearts
My much too raw poem, inspired by Spencer
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