maybe one day

Soft wings and rosy cheeks

But as blood runs down my thighs

With a heart that won't ever be full again

And eyes that could never meet yours

Little girls are seen and not heard,

But now as I stand coldly at the foot of their anger,

They wish nothing more than to hear me claw into them,

So that when I walk away,

I tell myself.

The bruises would fade,

And I would smile again,

You would tell jokes to me,

And we would laugh together.

I wouldn't flinch when you reached for me,

And I could run my fingers through your hair like I used to.

Letting go of you is in my best interest.

My spirit can only handle so many blows,

But when I hear your name again my heart still skips a beat,

And I still cling to the thought of your faded warmth.

Ripped paper valentines taped back in a quilt of the innocence you stole.

Butterfly stitches holding together my delicate psyche,

I scrubbed at my delicate skin until I no longer reeked of your sins.

I put myself back together as best I could,

And said that I would never feel your filth again.

But oh god,

I think of you and im a child

all

over

again.