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Thinking of the days that we could be sure that light
Would always travel faster than monsters trying to catch us at night
But I find you hiding in the daytime too
You're trying to find safety in the bottom of a bottle thinking of a mother who never hugged you
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Monsters

Thinking of the days that we could be sure that light
Would always travel faster than monsters trying to catch us at night
But I find you hiding in the daytime too
You're trying to find safety in the bottom of a bottle thinking of a mother who never hugged you
A father who never taught you how to play ball
So when you tried to catch hope
It would only always and forever slips through your fingers
You were like that tree in the forest that everyone abandoned and so when you fell
You didn’t make a sound
Didn’t cry out for help as the little bugs started invading your mind
Didn’t plead for mercy as people walked over you and left
Footprints on your already misshapen heart
You saw monsters that nobody else has ever seen because you couldn’t escape the darkness
So instead you became one with it
Started expecting everyone to be a monster
Expected it of yourself
See what you didn’t realize is that when you asked your first grade teacher
“Are monsters real? ”
And she said no, she wasn’t talking about the kind that live inside your mind
Dressed up in skins of everyone who’s ever left you
Parading around
Pulling just the right heart strings to get you to take a sip and
Drink
Is what your step-dad said when you were 8
Passing down the gene to addiction
The DNA to alcoholism
The recipe for hopelessness
The cure for happiness
So you spat it up onto the carpet
It was disgusting
But you beaten
Told to clean up the mess on the carpet and you cried “I’m Sorry! ”
I don’t think you’ve said it since
Still I’d rather let you hit me, than pretend like the monsters never resurface in your memories
Hit me,
Then cry over the bruises while I make you a dinner that will always be too hot or too cold
Hit me,
Because the only time you let me touch you is when we’re both in desperate need of acceptance
And while you lash out to hurt me
I will only see the sad boy desperately reaching out for mercy
From the monsters you were assured didn’t exist
And I wonder,
Could the teachers tell exactly what demons you were carrying around by the baggage under your eyes
Could they tell exactly what you were beaten with by the bruises?
Could you tell I was thinking of you by the marks on my arms?
And yeah, it’s uncomfortable
Never wanting to admit that just because it’s now my job to check under our bed for monsters
Doesn’t mean I can do anything about it when they’re there
And they are there.
So I’ll turn on the light
Hoping it’ll travel fast enough to save you before the monsters take you away from

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