The You I LoveA Poem by Emily Irene.About my dad, as per usual.
I hear the songs
and they make my mascara run because you made this for me back when life was still okay and life was still sane before someone took over your soul and began masquerading as you. How do I know they've gotten to you? Because at night the monsters under my bed come out to play and all I want is to call out, "Dad!" and have you chase them away like you used to but you won't come if I call out and the you I love always would have. © 2013 Emily Irene. |
StatsAuthorEmily Irene.Saint Louis, MOAboutName's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..Writing
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