#moth.memory

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tonight i was just a girl who grew up alone in her room

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11.28.24 Annetichrist

You pinned my wings and stole the knife from my grasp

You were a love that spoke violence

and I knew we would never last

Everything I invested was always imploding

You put fear in my heart

And my body started corroding

Such wear on my teenage body

Scars stain me like

Your cuts were a hobby

Drink my time up and

Bleed me dry

Oh, its always the same

Every time

Crack my spine

Still I looked for you for stability

When home is a prison

You look for escapes in anyone

The future was already written

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there were nights as a child i would go upstairs onto my little brothers mini blue chair, and read myself bedtime stories from his collection of books through tears as the family that was not-mine-but-was ate dinner together and laughed

sometimes i feel alone enough in the world i remember these times, but i’m never as alone as i was then