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I miss being a child who
didn't give a care for the world
except playing outside.
I remember playing in the back yard
all day till it got dark & momma yelling for
me to come in for dinner & to shower
before bed.
I miss not worrying about anything
except what stick I wanted to play with.
Growing up is hard. Make the best of it now.
I want you here with me
I want to see you and feel something
you make me scream and curse
at the moon
I curse the day I met you
I'm falling apart and you don't know
and even if you will
you don't give a ****
you live inside me
you're in my head, you're stuck in my brain
in my fingerprints
my cheeks
my whole skin
I see you everywhere I go
I hate you!
A bee with innards spilling
A lost tabby,
A blimp caught up in trees,
Tintern Abbey.

The gravestone of a lover,
A drowning ship,
An NHS delivery of
Fortisip.

A girl with alopecia and
Fungail nails,
A one legged pigeon,
Exploding whales.

Ivy choked churches,
Merlot tongues,
Parrots plucking feathers,
Marlboro lungs.

Girls locked up in attics,
*** toys.
Boys punching girls
And punching boys.

Babies crowning
Fussed about like kings.
Darlings,
You shall see such pretty things.

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