minus the trip.
i wondered if i deserved it
for the things i hadnt said
when i wasnt praying to him
i wondered if this was punishment
or a coincidental bitch
'cause it really seemed like it fit
was it a mistake?
because i would never change it.
but these nightmares scar
reminding me the past is never too far
and the slits on her wrists
trace a delicate list
marking yet another thing she missed
like the pills that made her sick
and the boy whom made her heart skip
i yearned to be the drug to mend her
sinking ship
but when she needed me,
i could only keep a tight lip
and then there was the boy
who felt like a broken toy
he was far too shy, too coy
to let me be his source of joy
it hurts to chase ceiling fans
to go back to where a man marked his territory
on a little girl too young to understand
and a jury who failed to understand
and the blood that cured more
when the skin was tore
when the heart hit the floor
then my feet hit the ocean's shore
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