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ghost dad Mar 2016
no longer will your eyes remind me of a well
     i fell into
no longer will my hands trace the ghost of yours
     against my body late at night
no longer will i wait for you
    because you left me long ago
moving on hurts but its essential
ghost dad Mar 2016
A peck of his lips filled with sin
     my labored breathing  
          his calloused hands wander my body
          exploring every inch of me
He holds my hand
      and steals my breath
           with a rope he found in the kitchen
Calloused hands wander over my body
     as he lay me with his ex lovers
          each more beautiful than  the next
          each more grave than the last
Beware of boys with blue eyes like sapphires dropping in the ocean
@hank u ******* bitchboy
ghost dad Nov 2015
he told me my hair smelt like campfire
only so he could burn me to the ground
first thing in a really long time its 5:40 i havent slept yet
ghost dad Jan 2015
the stars in your eyes shine brighter than the comets falling from your open wrists
you are so much more than your mental illness
ghost dad Jan 2015
pacify my mouth with a white-knuckled fist
and kiss my scars with a tongue void of emotion
squeeze my knees together with hands too bruised to hold
with my shaking fingers
will the knots around my neck
  squeeze me like you do
    and leave bruises like you do
the ends of your hairs tickle me
along the sides of my neck
and tell me to scream
tell me to scream
scream when you leave me alone after dark
scream when the burn of alcohol no longer stings my lips
scream when the bags under your eyes turn into luggage
    stationed next to the front door
your hands around my neck tightens like the knots never could
and the luggage looks like heaven
and somehow i find myself in the inside of your suitcase
yeah .
ghost dad Dec 2014
your tongue down his throat stabbed my spine
and your fingers in his hair tore the veins in my wrist
you smell like his cologne and i want to stick ******* down my throat
when your hands intertwine like vines on a gravestone
remember me six feet under
to: my sister because i hate your selfish *** 13 yr old boyfriend !!! also could be interpreted as a lesbian poem!!!!!
ghost dad Dec 2014
he could never love me as much as he touches you
is touch even a real word it looks ******* weird
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