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hold

hold me

before i wake up

before this numbness is gone

and i can feel again

hold me

so that these memories don’t come back

so that these bruises don’t reappear

like flowers blooming on my hips

the evidence of my nightmare

hold me

so that i am trapped in this dream

this numbness is my safe haven

all i want is to lie here

mid-way to death

before your hands force me to life again.

i’m sorry

i am sorry

i am sorry i said hi

you didn’t want me to

but you did reply

and i said hi

you hated it

i am sorry

open

you make me feel

like your fingers are peeling open my mind

turning it inside out

forcing my nails across a chalkboard

leaving white trails

a warning

a taste

of everything that is to come.

colours 

brown

blue

green

they were all so beautiful

in your hair

they reminded me of sunshine

and of green pastures

and i could only watch

as another

flooded it with fire.

shift

i watch the darkness
shift
the tiny silver orbs
glow
the radio and its mast
and the repeated tunes
haunting
i watch
i watch
i watch the night
shift.

breaking

i can’t keep putting myself together
everyday
and keep breaking apart
everyday
i can’t keep holding on to my sanity
it only pushes me further
until it feels almost inviting
to let go
of this reality
and pursue
what was never mine.