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My mother's breath is tainted with alcohol She's on my floor, sleeping away the dinner she refused to swallow I try to forget she was never there, and remember how hollow Her skinny love for me was, and I ate my way into her Hell The first cigarette, the first drink, the first time I forgot to think I was induced in her fairy tale, my morals wothout ink, to go on I tried to slip away, grasp a hint of bliss I did catch something, and that was a fish Her name was Autumn Her hands on my shoulders, mine on her hips We were one glance away, and this time, it hit An anchor she was, I left my dreaded life behind I took her calloused hand, and she took mine Our pasts weren't us, they were our luggage We dropped it off far back, buried it, covered it A pair of suicidal lovers, a kiss above the chin I was pulled on a thread Seven months of lies She was a chameleon No painful past of cries She wasn't molested Her mom wasn't at the end of the line Her dad didn't abuse her Now wasn't her time She left me longing for another Another Autumn, another lover I didn't love her, I loved who I thought she was I know I will see her again, when the leaves are dust She is so sorry Sorry I'm sad She got to live the life The life I never had I yearn to forget the name of Autumn Until the season leaves, fall from the pealing trees I will lie in the lies of the baked brown leaves Crumple them one by one, calming myself, forming ease Chills form around my neck The same spot my mother gripped my throat It is so hard to love someone, who despises being loved My mother, a liar, a man sitting above
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
Living Lies
My mother's breath is tainted with alcohol She's on my floor, sleeping away the dinner she refused to swallow I try to forget she was never there, and remember how hollow Her skinny love for me was, and I ate my way into her Hell The first cigarette, the first drink, the first time I forgot to think I was induced in her fairy tale, my morals wothout ink, to go on I tried to slip away, grasp a hint of bliss I did catch something, and that was a fish Her name was Autumn Her hands on my shoulders, mine on her hips We were one glance away, and this time, it hit An anchor she was, I left my dreaded life behind I took her calloused hand, and she took mine Our pasts weren't us, they were our luggage We dropped it off far back, buried it, covered it A pair of suicidal lovers, a kiss above the chin I was pulled on a thread Seven months of lies She was a chameleon No painful past of cries She wasn't molested Her mom wasn't at the end of the line Her dad didn't abuse her Now wasn't her time She left me longing for another Another Autumn, another lover I didn't love her, I loved who I thought she was I know I will see her again, when the leaves are dust She is so sorry Sorry I'm sad She got to live the life The life I never had I yearn to forget the name of Autumn Until the season leaves, fall from the pealing trees I will lie in the lies of the baked brown leaves Crumple them one by one, calming myself, forming ease Chills form around my neck The same spot my mother gripped my throat It is so hard to love someone, who despises being loved My mother, a liar, a man sitting above
holden-craig
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
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