I didn't worry about the next time you'd attack or visit me

when I had things to worry about like

the chocolate flavour I wanted for my cake

or the next lie I'd have to bake

wondering about the next trendy shade of lipstick

in the pricey malls I could afford

I didn't have to worry about you cascading ;

dressed as love,

prying open jars of secrets

layers of false identity

and then stealing it

leaving me with a barren land

whispers that never left the shore of my lips

and screams muted by your

threats of someone

thinking I was

sad

way too sad

a sad I shouldn't be

I had money, food and

boys and girls lined up to

kissed me

I could pick

yet I stayed quiet

for you

until you stabbed me with my own

stories

and your own sad kisses.

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