keep the letters.

the letters handwritten, desperate pleas i handed you you didn't even care enough to read   you kept the letters those muddled sleepless nights drowning in anxiety words that will condemn me   i wish i'd never talked to you on those school steps when you softly lied and i believed you because i wanted… Continue reading keep the letters.



  he touches my back whispers in my ear touches my thigh, says since we're family, he can do whatever he wants when I asked him to stop   told I wasn't skinny enough, told I was psycho, told I was a mute, catcalled and made fun of never was the pretty girl never was… Continue reading blame.