I use to fear you.
The way your hair reminded me of an oil spill, drowning me in poisons not fit for a queen.
Your eyes sat heavy and dark with despise.
What you were hating, I cannot say.
Maybe you could no longer stand yourself, you could no longer withstand.
I believed in the way you told me we’d survive.
That we would escape and run together.
Our lives with riches and sunlight.
I believed in all of you, all that you were.
I should have known,
To never believe in ghosts.
-Chloe Aldecoa
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
I use to fear you.
The way your hair reminded me of an oil spill, drowning me in poisons not fit for a queen.
Your eyes sat heavy and dark with despise.
What you were hating, I cannot say.
Maybe you could no longer stand yourself, you could no longer withstand.
I believed in the way you told me we’d survive.
That we would escape and run together.
Our lives with riches and sunlight.
I believed in all of you, all that you were.
I should have known,
To never believe in ghosts.
-Chloe Aldecoa
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