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Azzanette May 2018
Dad
Don't say it.
I can't hear it.
I won't be okay.

Don't take me back to my pain-filled past.
Back to that little girl pretending to be asleep out of fear.
Back to my life being changed forever, night after night.

Don't make me think of the absence.
Think back to that foolish teenager happy for a second chance.
Think of the heartbreak caused as I was disappointed over and over.

Don't say it.
I can hardly think it.
Tears falling down my face.

Just a word.
Made of three letters.
Just one syllable.

How can a word cause so much pain?
Azzanette May 2018
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I can feel myself falling
So slow I don't notice it
So fast it makes me dizzy
I don't know what's happening or how I feel
All my sense disappears in a second
It only takes one smile, one touch, one kiss
Suddenly I'm under your intoxicating spell
Staring deep in those big eyes
And all my walls are torn down
I feel the peace I crave when you're near
You take all the old pain away
Then fill me with passion until I burn
It has me feeling like I'll never get enough
Makes me abandon my rules with recklessness
I'm terrified, but I can't help myself
You'll break me and make me cry
I know you will
Cause when there's fire you're bound to get burned
I was right
Azzanette Apr 2018
Memories haunt me without mercy.
So many memories of you running through my mind.
The way you'd look down at me with those big eyes;
the same eyes looking at her now.
The way you'd tell me I was your everything;
the same words she's hearing now.
The way you'd do such sweet sweet things to make me smile;
the same things making her smile now.
The way you'd go in my arms when you needed comfort;
the same way she's giving comfort now.
The way you'd kiss me hard and desperate after every fight;
the same lips pressed against hers now.
The way you'd touch me until I was desperate for you;
the same touches she's feeling now.
Memories are all I have.
You were mine, but now you're hers.
Memories are all I have now.
You're gone and you're not coming back.
Memories are all I'll ever have left of you;
driving me insane until I'm gone too.
Memories are all I have left of who I once was;
someone I'll never get back.
Azzanette Apr 2018
She was never lucky in life;
her broken heart proof of it.
I watched her break time and time again.

Saw her hate directed at herself;
the only victim around.
My weak arms the only comfort she'd ever get.

Watched her try to drink the pain away drink after drink.
But the only product was her inner demons screaming;
unleashed by the alcohol running through her veins.

The drive her to the brink of madness as she falls into their traps.
She walks around like a zombie;
a fake smile plastered to her face.

If she could just see all the love we have for her,
but she only sees false faults and unworthiness within.
That's the way the world beats down the unfortunate.

Slowly killing their chance for love and happiness;
laughing at the struggle to just get through the day.
They shatter into a million pieces strewn across the ground.

We watch our loved ones as they fall to their knees just wishing we were enough to help.
But no one wins in this game called life;
least of all those poor, lifeless souls.
For my mom who IS enough.

— The End —