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MuseumofMax Mar 28
How to gain the confidence to complete a simple task?
a bit of a lighter note than other poems I’ve been posting lately…
MuseumofMax Mar 26
You
You took everything from me

Before I was anything at all
MuseumofMax Mar 26
To deny me of my ownership

To deny my memories


To shush my aching cries

To refuse to acknowledge your actions


That is what killed me.


Long before my body died.


Your silence,

your agonizing apathy


That is what killed me.


Long before I grew up.
MuseumofMax Mar 26
I was born pure,
baptized in blood and placenta

My cry was raw and clear, unashamed

My body whole and unwanting
My soul full of light.



Carelessly they polluted me



First a soft touch, then a grab
They forgot to ask my name.

Little fingers clenched into a fist
Eyes shut tight
Hoping I don’t bite

My baby soft skin turned ashen and dry
My cries refused to carry in sound proof rooms.

Polluted so often, so many times
I forgot my purity, my freedom, my name.

Conditioned to want them
Conditioned to know ***
Conditioned to be a woman, when I had not grown up yet.


I ran far away, without looking back


But still their groping fingers haunted me.
Their smiles, their lies.


My body can’t forget
what my mind has hidden from me

My soul forever tarnished
from their wandering eyes.

My heart pained
from my open wounds
My mind thrown off course

I can’t remember what I wanted before they took me,
Before I aged so quickly
Before I lost my innocence, taken by force.
MuseumofMax Mar 26
Depollute me, pretty baby
**** the rot right out of my bloodstream

Oh, dilute me, gentle angel
Water down what I call being grateful

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me
Not to take me home

It was simple, it was sweetness
It was good to know

You look perfect, you look different
I don't wonder about your indifference

If I said you could never touch me
You'd come over and say I looked lovely

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me
Not to make me cry

It was simple, you are sweetness
Let's just sit a while

Depollute me, gentle angel
And I'll feel the sickness less and less

Come and kiss me, pretty baby
Like we'll never have ***
A beautiful song that perfectly captures relationships after experiencing abuse
MuseumofMax Mar 12
my soul breaks into pieces
splintered glass piercing my heart

I look down at my hands

I don't remember having blood on them



crimson drops to the floor
silent yet so loud

you told me it's not over,
that we can rebuild

but my soul is still wounded
my heart broken,


They all saw my trembling, my bloodied hands
now I wonder if I can ever be me again

if anyone will ever know who I am,

if they can separate my fault from me,
if I can become free of my monstrosities.
MuseumofMax Mar 8
With your hand in mine
I no longer fear the fall

I embrace the climb.
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