Hide and seek

Hide and seek

Tw: heavy themes of childhood abuse 

Count to ten. 

Come and hide me.

In the dark.

I cry like how I bleed.

Hush my mouth

so they can't find me.

Break the night.

Interrupt my sleep.

On and on 

you creep.

Too much time spend 

On my knees

(Not praying).

Tell me in the morning 

that it was just a bad dream.

Tell me that I made up

then tell me no one will believe me.

Did it even happen 

if no one can hear me scream?

A lone tree in the forest 

unable to grow roots.

Pt2

I bleed my words into this poem

so someone might know this happened. 

A record of who you were 

that spells your name in another language.

Will I be heard if I make it flowery?

Will I be believed if I don't mention the name?

Pt 3

Sometimes I dream 

about us playing hide and seek.

But in those dreams 

I found you.

I want you to know that

those dreams are not about 

bruised ego's

and power imbalances

and scratch marks

and split lips,

saliva spilled into

pink traces down your neck.

None of that matters.

No,

in MY dreams 

I pass you by

even though

I know where you are.

In my dreams 

you hide

until you die

and I forget

you ever existed.

A perfect ending

to an imperfect existence.