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Demons

my mother’s daughter

By Marissa DerylakPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

You broke my heart not once, but twice

only time can make things right

All of my demons look like you

their empty promises, mocking those of the woman I once knew

I see you in my dreams, you steal my sleep

you are the moon and the sun, and everything in between

I comb through the tangles, the mats in your hair

like you once did for me, before you weren’t there

I am my mother’s daughter, you made me this way

if I gave you half of my heart, do you think you could stay?

You tell me to come inside, close the blinds and lock the door

I promise I’ll keep you safe, as we sink deep beneath the floor

I know this isn’t what you wanted, I know you tried your best

and I know you mean “I’m sorry”, by the whiskey on your breath

You gave me these hands to hold, only the pencil I use to write

and the strength to turn the hurt to gold, your darkness was my light

heartbreak

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