I can't forgive you for things that wern't said
Can't forget things that didn't cross your mind
And I've scarred every place you've been
A whirl of your forgotten memories,
How pretty I am when I fall
Closer still
I still hear the trains
And crackerjack prizes are still worth more
I breathe you in...
And I choke,
My dress is still torn
And your sheets are still stained
Of the blood of my innocense,
Well if I'm waisting your time
Then maybe it's time
God knows he never gives me enough time
Half a chance
Or half a reason to,
Just try not to move
Try not to speak
Just hold on to "all you've got"
Just maybe
Maybe
The strings won't come so close to being severed
And maybe
Maybe
Our perfect little world
Won't come crashing to our feet
But it's getting late now
And you're getting tired
Just maybe if God gave me a little more time...

I know this poem might be hard to understand...A lot of thoughts that go
through my head when I think about my first relationship (which was abusive)
when I was 13.
 
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