Pain knows my middle name. Pain shares my secrets that she swore not to tell another soul. Pain hand feeds me my meals and makes sure I chew them well. She washes my feet and brushes my hair. Pain treats me well, as long as I obey. So I obey. I ask for permission to leave the dinner table once I've finished my vegetables. I wash her dirty laundry and hang it up on the line to dry. She reads me a book at bedtime and kisses my forehead goodnight. She opens my curtains in the morning to let in the sun and lays out my clothes for the day. Pain and I live well, side by side. We are roommates and lovers. She's never late on rent and always tells me she loves me before leaving for work. When she's gone, I miss her. I don't think I know how to be a person without her.
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WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS PLACE (WHAT WILL YOU TAKE?)
Poetrya collection of my poetry of the past 3 years. i appreciate you giving it a chance.
