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Sep 2017
Touch me like you need me
Like you needed me that night
You needed something that couldn't be lent
that couldn't be returned

Feel my hand
Merged with yours
sweaty and lustful
entwined with my fingers
as you claim me as yours

Grab my wrist with your razor fingers
empty my soul onto a ***** bathroom floor
and cling to it all the way to the hospital
On the ambulance ride
I see my mother and my father behind me
Two faded forms through the window
I sleep
I wake up hours away
from my home
from you

In my mind you are there
in my hands
in my heart
inside of me
bleeding out rapidly in a cold room
next to a girl twelve years of age
with cherry gashes up and down her arms

I know
I know that you are there
in my ****** poetry book
that I gave from stolen papers and crayons
Blood red
your favorite color
all over printer paper with hearts and cursive.
I know that my work is probably really repetitive to you guys but I'm going through a period of my life where this is all that's on my mind.
Written by
Jenna Paige
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