INCASE I FORGET

Maybe I will always dream about
being trapped in a bathroom and
laying down on the floor letting you
take full power and full control.
Perhaps, it's all I've ever known.
For the first time, I'm not looking
for you behind the door, no more
whispers in the basement between
all three of us: the victim, the sister,
and the one without remorse.
I may be just as guilty, just as satisfied,
just as lucky to not have spoken up.
the guilt still eats me alive though
the pain eases its way into my veins
and you should've known better
gets whispered in my head a million
times a day.
Maybe I will always dream about
chopsticks in my hair and visiting
my mom at the family owned shop.
Your sister was always so nice to me
but now I'm older, fully aware of
when someone is just out to get me,
fully aware of people and monsters
hiding in bathrooms, and fully aware
of when someone loves you and when
someone wants to use you.
For now.

I've published a new story called Tulips in the Morning. It would be lovely for you to add in to your library and enjoy more of my poetry. It will only be based purely on love (non-personal). Thanks xx