“I read a poem
the other day
about how
our liver
replaces itself
after 5 months,
our lungs
after 3 weeks
and our skin
after 27 days
I laughed
about how
absurd such
facts were
because it has been 7 months
and I can still feel
your presence in my body
your kisses on my hips
and your breath on my neck
and trust me
I tried to **** as many cells
as I could
after you left
to try to get you
the **** out of
my veins
I poisoned my liver
nearly every day
with cheap alcohol
and smoked so many cigarettes
I heard my lungs begging me
to stop the other night
and I let too many boys
undress me
and touch my skin
with their ***** ***** hands
simply because
I hoped their presence
would force your ghost
to get
out of my bed
out of my life
and out of my mind
but still
I can hear the echoes
of your footsteps
as you are running
in my brain
and it is driving
me insane
because when I was 7 years old
my father took me fishing
and made me promise
I’d never let anyone
get under my skin
yet here I am
13 years later
destroying myself
to try to forget
how you destroyed me
after telling me for a year
how much you loved me
and I can’t help but imagine
how horrified my father
would be
to see his baby girl
killing herself slowly
but what he could not understand
is that if I drink too much
or smoke too much
it is only to stop your ghost
from growing and growing
like the cancer
that
took
him
away
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
“I read a poem
the other day
about how
our liver
replaces itself
after 5 months,
our lungs
after 3 weeks
and our skin
after 27 days
I laughed
about how
absurd such
facts were
because it has been 7 months
and I can still feel
your presence in my body
your kisses on my hips
and your breath on my neck
and trust me
I tried to **** as many cells
as I could
after you left
to try to get you
the **** out of
my veins
I poisoned my liver
nearly every day
with cheap alcohol
and smoked so many cigarettes
I heard my lungs begging me
to stop the other night
and I let too many boys
undress me
and touch my skin
with their ***** ***** hands
simply because
I hoped their presence
would force your ghost
to get
out of my bed
out of my life
and out of my mind
but still
I can hear the echoes
of your footsteps
as you are running
in my brain
and it is driving
me insane
because when I was 7 years old
my father took me fishing
and made me promise
I’d never let anyone
get under my skin
yet here I am
13 years later
destroying myself
to try to forget
how you destroyed me
after telling me for a year
how much you loved me
and I can’t help but imagine
how horrified my father
would be
to see his baby girl
killing herself slowly
but what he could not understand
is that if I drink too much
or smoke too much
it is only to stop your ghost
from growing and growing
like the cancer
that
took
him
away
