she looks just like her mom
gorgeous and stunning as
but she has all of the innocence
that her mother accompanies,
or rather doesn’t;
(tarnished and infinitely damaged.)

there won’t be anything
that i wouldn’t do for her,
my blood; my true beloved.
my heart; my kidney;
my liver … wait, no,
not the liver;
i still need to drink;
how else am i able to deal with your shit?

Love ya.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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