Don’t just take a walk in my shoes. Become my feet.

I once read a post,
with a girl telling her story.

She told me that it gave her closure.
So this is my story.

I was warned about the old men in their vans with candy that would ****** you from the sidewalk on your way home.

I was warned about the men that hid in dark alleys with knives and guns that would **** you if you were alone.

I was warned about the men that would drug your drinks if they were left unattended at all the parties.

I was warned about the men that would cat call at women and say nasty things.

I was warned about the men that would touch you inappropriately at the clubs while you were dancing with your friends.

I was warned about the creepy uncles and strange step fathers and neighbors that were too close.

BUT

I wasn't warned about the boy that lived in the room next to mine that was blood related to me.

I wasn't warned about the girl that shared a room with me every other weekend when she came to visit her dad/my step father.

I wasn't warned about the women, that called herself my mother, that would always take the boys side.

*I wasn't warned

It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking of the way you hold your cigarette.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking of the way the street lights shine on your back as you longboard down the street.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking of the way you speak about the bands you love.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking about the fact that you love your cigarettes more than you fancied me.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking about the way you left that day.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking of how you said you weren't ready for commitment and I couldn't help but stare at the tattoos across your skin.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking about the way you spoke of her as though she were the perfect piece. It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking about how I was the only person in your life that you didn't see as a form of art.
Maybe I wasn't broken enough for you.
It's 1:00am and my wrists are bleeding and I wonder, if you saw me now, would you think I'm broken enough for you to love me?