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Carolina May 2017
And every touch makes me weaker,

every cigarette makes me dizzier

and every breath, it feels like my last.

Oh, dear love

I’m begging you to stop this uncertainty

just take my whole **** soul,


but please make it fast
  Feb 2016 Carolina
Tom Leveille
i don't watch home movies
hate them
reason being because
when i was young
i was looking for a movie
my mother
had recorded for me
and accidentally
put one in the vcr
that i'm not sure
i was supposed to see
i know the obvious response
"uh oh, ****"
sorry to disappoint
they were only marked with dates
  1991
on live television
montel williams asks my father
"how can you just throw
your child away like a piece of trash?"

   1994
i spend so much time
in the emergency room
that my parents stop
penciling in growth marks
on the frame
of my bedroom door
i always thought
it was because they believed
i would never grow out
of this sickness
sometimes i believe
the reason that they
never bought me a dream catcher
was because they never thought
i'd live long enough
to see them come true
   1996
i am eliminated
from a spelling bee
because i didn't know
the 'dad' is silent in 'family'
   2013
before i got into poetry
i used to do standup
none of my jokes were funny
one of the other comics
tells me my skits are dry
sometimes sad
he says "why don't you joke
about something like your family?"

so i say
"i never wore any sunblock
because i didn't want anything
to keep me from my father"

i say "what do you call christmas
without lights or heat?"

before he has a chance
to answer
i say "1997. better yet
why don't you
make like a dad and
leave"

   2014
every time we drive
past the hospital
my mother reminds me
how much it cost to save my life
like she'd rather
have her money back
she doesn't have to say
that sometimes she wishes
it was me who had died
instead of my brother
i can hear it in the way
she says "love you"
sometimes i imagine
that if i were to die
that she
would pick out a casket for a child
because she never loved
the person i became
yesterday i told my father
how close i'd been
to suicide lately
and he said
"that's my boy,
livin on the edge.."

and i can't remember
if i laughed
or cried
Carolina Feb 2016
5 years old. Nothing but my soul to give.
As I see the other kids playing and jumping at the playground
I can hear nothing
but my father’s car speeding up
and my mother’s heart cracking
and I always thought my joy and happiness
would empty the water in her lungs

7 years old. They say it’s not my fault.
It’s hard to tell
when the custody papers start being filled
and her late night cries
start becoming a daily thing
as I try to stop the tears
wishing I hadn’t told her
that another woman was already kissing my father's cheek

10 years old. I can start to tell
that the light that came from my eyes
every time I saw my father
is slowly fading away
and every 6 weeks I have to see
a new doctor
because nothing seems to stop my body from aching

12 years old. The face of despair.
I tie my shoes as tears run down my face
my friend asks me if I’m okay
if I want to call home.
I quietly reply
"I just want this rain to stop"

15 years old. Slit my wrists and crash my bones
my mother doesn’t look me in the eye anymore
since the day she saw me at a party
kissing some girl
and my father calls me once in a while
just to make sure
the doctor is giving me
all the little pills my soul needs
and that’s simply     what I’ve become

My grandma talks about
how the bags under my eyes
keep getting bigger as I
run away from home
to smoke a **** cigarette
and I wonder every time I look at the sky
how empty will her heart need to feel
to finally tell me
how I ******* everything up

2016. Years pass by and
honestly we’ve all forgotten
how to count the years
without using our fingers
as I close my eyes
I can see my mother´s disappointment
when I first fell while riding a bike
and that’s probably why
she never bought me one for my own
perhaps cause she knew
I was going to hurt and bruise something more than my knees
but even though, I still haven’t got on one
at some point, I think I fell
and until this day
I don’t think I’ll ever get up

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