who you are...
To each thump... Bam
To each pump... Wham
Your my heartbeat
In out , up down
Cold hot, jaw drop
I expel
You implode
Words like daggers
Cut my soul
A plethora
Of hurtful things
Gouging deep
Into my soul
Carving into
Who I will be
And Showing
just who you are
Lobotomy
Darkness of my mind envelops
Covering the child in me
Hiding her deep
Till she forgets how she loved to be
Shadows dance inside this brain
Blackening the purest thought
Altering to who she is today
Gliding effortlessly from synapse to ganglia
Electric excitement becomes a dull ack
What sparked her passion
Has become a lost memory
An itch that tingles but can never be scratched
Longing turns to acking
A lobotomy has been performed
The electric path was removed
A missing lingers
A daily confusion
Persists till
Age makes you believe
It is her who is the thief
Time will heal these wounds
They say
Yet the loss is still there
That hole in a pathway
Still wants to feel that spark
No matter what
Damage was made
And the space where you
Were in my brain is hollow
I am saddened to read this, even 8 years after the fact. I hope this person has made, or will make amends with you. The pain you speak of is the pain inflicted on your aggressor. "To err is human, to #forgive, divine." ~ Francis Pope (Perhaps the dopest man of the 17th c.)
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