Old wounds. 


Sticks and stones 

In the rough…

A little kiss

A little touch 

Some minor pain

On a scale of 1-10 

It hurt like hell.

Someone give this girl an Oscar.

She does it so well.

Long before she could walk.

In and out.

Doctor visits.

Once in a while girl.

Daddy issues.

Mommy issues.

The cycle had begun.

Please don’t bury this thing.

Maybe with a little trust.

Chin up.

Shoulders straight.

Drunk on lies.

Try looking at me with sober eyes. 

Please don’t bury me.


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