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Thief

From the little girl that still lives in me

By Briana FelicianoPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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You came to me in broad daylight

With a questioned in hand

And pain in another

Drunk with rage

You asked me about my mother

You tore me to shreds

For something I didn’t even do

I could see why she left

She wanted nothing to do with you

You broke me into tiny pieces

You stole my happiness

You kicked me down

All I wanted was your love

But you just gave me the run-around

You stole what childhood I had left

And spent it

On the wine I still smell

On your breath.

So while I hide under my sheets

From the yelling and the screaming

I can only pray

Maybe this time I’m dreaming

To the man I called father

May you get what you deserve

You lie in ashes now

Six years have passed us now

And yet the nightmares

Still haunt me

Your voice still taunts me

I still grieve for what could have been

Even though you would have never changed

You took what was left of my love

And blamed me for the pain

You Thief.

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About the Creator

Briana Feliciano

Hello everyone!

Thank you for accompanying me on this creative journey while I find myself. Your love is greatly appreciated.

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