A ghost made home in my soul
After he left
Something pure
Something sweet
Something sacred
Perished within me.
I buried my innocence
Deeper than any grave
So the Earth's core
Could burn it
Too foolish was I
At that tender age
To conduct a proper funeral
I would never love someone like that again.
A love so intense
My bones shattered in his absence
Now I wept beneath
The weight of a blanket
Willing the fabric to change
To transform into a man
Who no longer loved me
I would never love like that again
To look at a person
And see poetry
For the last stanza would
Torment me
I would become a spirit stained
Upon his page
A ghost mourning
My own past
Aching for closure
Buried in chains
I never loved again.
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
