(Family drama)

11:00 'O' Clock, the clock ticked furiously,

The girl looked at her dead wishes curiously.

The time played the game now,

The one who wanted to be different is a shame now.

The family made the home a fish market,

A young girl can see patriarchate.

Everyone thought the perspective is vindictive ;  until it's a boy,

the argument is valid or it is a foe.

The girl wept in corner looking at her misery,

Parents spitting venom on eath other, didn't spared even their anniversary.

Blocking the choices, the girl could have,

Maybe that's what the fate girl could have.

To get killed her innocence in the screams of her mother,

To  get killed the love, she had for her father,

To get killed the chances to have a loveable family,

As the time passed she became anomaly.

All her life, she has seen, was those abuses,

Fights, where his father had a hand on her mother that caused bruises.

A ******* her way now ,
when she turns 18, she denies to get a approval certificate,

Eyes rolled over but she knew the fire in her belly is adequate.

Looking back at the fragments ; Maybe the girl cries or smiles

What matters the most that she walked miles.

let us talk about that moment
where two strangers wake up together,
where reason is no longer dormant
and all the lust evaporated like ether.

and when the sun would rise
and shine on their lost bodies,
they would find theirselves dive
into the light's luscious *****.

because night is their secret keeper,
their key to a lock of dreams and lust,
while day is a cruel truth seeker
which none of them could ever trust.

you'd expect this to be the start
of a fairy tale, a long lasting love story,
starting with breakfast in a tiny mart,
ending with a ring in all its glory.

but then again, let's not be deceived
by the bare skin they shared
and the tension they relieved
during their alcoholic glare...

Because *** is just ***,
Plain and simple, like a treadmill run,
Having nothing to do with love
And everything to do with fun.

you’ve been damaged from your childhood
from the fighting your parents
the way they call you names
and tell you things that are engraved into your soul

but now i’ve sacrificed everything from my happiness to my innocence
and i’m still falling through tme down with you, falling faster than i did for you
i want to stay but the pain tears me from you
tell me you love me because all i want to do is love you. . . again

melodramatic voices
echo through my head,
liquefy out my lips,
and pool at the curve of my palm.

sometimes the voices
get too much.
so i smear them unto paper

and call them art.

write on my body with your lips
take my heart in tiny bits

touch my skin softly
read me to sleep
hold me when i cry
dazzle me with your smile

deceive me with kindness
then hurt me the next
your hands can do wonders besides just ***

my soul is fragile
but of course i have to bow down to you, my king