A Letter To Every Girl

In Response, "From The Thief"

I stole her light, noticing how bright her soul shined through her black comforter and her smell of purity lured me in.

I creeped in her bedroom when her eyes were tugging down like weights in the Atlantic Ocean, where she wished her Father would've left her the minute he did that God awful deed, and took her sanity away like it was the easiest thing in the world.

She smiled so brightly and I hated it, how some days she forgot about me, The Depression, the sadness, the pills never got rid of me, they only blurred me from her vision, her mom drank beers like it was her religion, and her brother kept his door boarded up to try to keep the girls sneaking in his window down to a hush hush.

She tossed in her sleep and I wrapped my arm around her, she always knew I was The Thief, who drank in the happiness around her.

Her eyes sunk in, she nicknamed me The Monster lurking in her bed, in the darkest corners. She found her mother's Ambien, choked twenty down then fifteen more, so The Monster would see her on the kitchen floor, hours later she was by his side.

There's no where for a monster to hide.