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Touch me.
Paint stars over my skin.
until I am lit up
as bright as the
moon.
Rub. Hard.
Against what yearns
for you.
Penetrate deep
to spark fires in my soul.
My body aches to
feel the sun...
Warm my lips.
Make me
flustered.

I went to war for what we had;
you never even laced up your boots.

..... But I guess it isn't fair to blame you though.

I kept pouring myself into your palms
even as I watched all that I was
leak through your fingers.

I hope that someday when I'm gone,
Someone, somewhere,
Picks up my soul off these pages
and thinks,
"I would've loved her."

Some of us were born into houses
cursed by our parents
sadness and rage.

Our monsters weren't in our closets,
they were in the kitchen,
the living room,
the bedroom.

They watched us
go to school in the mornings
and we tip toed around them at night.

Its hard to feel safe in the world
when we were raised
in a haunted house.