If I wake up and do not remember who I am, please god, do not tell me. When I look down at this body and ask why there are more scars than freckles, lie to me. Do not bring up blades. Do not let me return to this addiction. Make up a story about my childhood. When I ask why food won't settle in my stomach, do not tell me it's because I've gone days without eating. Instead bring me into your bed and whisper my past as edited as possible. Do not tell me the names of the people I have lost. Do not point out my flaws. Let me start over. If I wake up and I no longer want to self-destruct, do not remind me of who I was. Let me finally learn to love.
- r.i.d
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Poetry"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016
