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On Being A Living Ghost
I eat melancholy for breakfast lunch and dinner
For junkie eyes and junkie lies
Dope fiend drama queen anywhere but here kind of girl
You told me so many times to stop complaining
That I started to make
My problems dance instead
I became them
Got on my knees and
Prayed to them
Let them choke me
Pull my hair
Punch me in the face until my teeth fell out
One by one
When I was 16 I remembered
That this wasn't normal
It's as though I was blind
But you ripped off my retinas
Replaced them with new ones
Because I shut down every time he touched me
And I didn't know why
Your handprints still cover my body
They look like burn marks
And every night instead of counting sheep
I count the number of days
Until every skin cell you have ever touched
Will be replaced
And if I can last through it
Without suffocating it will be a f***ing miracle
I want to rewind time
Discard and
Abort myself
I want to know what you did to me
Because every time
I lay with him the wrong way
I start screaming
I want to stop yelling in the ears of
People who have never hurt me
But his hands are cold
Colder than yours
And I'm sizzling
Because I'm a little confused
Why you touched me
Why you made me touch you
You gave me excuses to jump into beds and to jump off cliffs
But never an excuse to love myself
You're made, stainless steal
And I am shattered glass
You were like fire
And I was your coals, but I didn't want to be
Classic case of daddy issues
The kind of girl who
Can't handle commitment
Except she can
She just doesn't want to
You were so tall
Why were you so tall?
I hated feeling weak
I thought that's what love was
Giving everyone
Every piece of your soul
Until you were sanded to nothing
Not saying no
They won't hurt you
They LOVE you
I told you a story
Of the girl who was too sad speak
She tried to scratch off
Her own face
Fingernails tweezers razorblades
Because his hands made her mix
Past with present
Her personality is a PTSD Symptoms list and
She’s tired of being so goddamn
Predictable
When I was 12 I had a boyfriend
Who wouldn't hold my hand
Only grab me from behind
Touch me in places I didn't want
Do secret things to me in the dark
Because how was I supposed to know it wasn't normal
Only you weren't
My boyfriend
You were
My father
And how could you do that I was your daughter?

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