#nellededecook

I find it ironic that people hate it when you show them how it feels to be treated the way they treat you.

Love should only ever be considered a verb.

I am so fucking sick and tired of being a slave to my memories

Sometimes I wonder if you ever swaddled me as a baby I wonder if the sight of falling tears ever moved you Sometimes I wonder if I too closely resemble him I wonder if the sight of my face resurfaces stored memories Sometimes I wonder if you would miss me if I was gone I wonder if you would weep at my funeral, if you would attend If you would embrace my body, although cold, for the first time and place your heart against mine, beat life back into me Sometimes I wonder if you would do me again if given the chance, if given the choice

She is used by others, 
run through, poked at, grabbed.
 Taken by those 
who never even bothered to pretend to love her. 
Given to those 
who never even bothered to pretend to love her. 
My body has never belonged to me…

The word father seriously needs to be changed to a verb. Maybe then we won’t throw it around so loosely.