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Leah
Poems
May 2017
Haunted
The bond we had
Was made of rust and rubble
And when we finally crumbled
There were pieces of me you stole
There was a ghost left in your wake
That floated listlessly
Into any arms that opened for her
A desperate search for unlocked doors
And empty beds
Haunting houses that will never become homes
A purgatory of names I don't remember
Hands I can't stop feeling
Even when they stop touching me
Even when I close my eyes
I thought I could be revived
If I found someone to fill me up
Even temporarily
The heat between my thighs
And hot breath gasping in my ears
Burning me alive
Recklessly, I tried
To let them push you out of me
Shamelessly, I lied
When I told them I liked it
My complacent facade
Slowly dripped off my face
I decided to make this broken heart my home
I pushed away the arms
I shed the strangers fingerprints
That were branded on my skin
I realized you can only become a ghost
If you let someone **** you
You are not the sum of your lost parts
But instead the ones left behind
There are some days when I look in the mirror
That a stranger stares back
Today I smile at her
Yes, there are parts of me you stole
That I will never recover
But the ones you took
Are the ones that I can live without
Written by
Leah
19/F
(19/F)
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