I am... okay

Afraid is the first thing I was

and afraid I'd always be

When his tough tongue slithered its way 

to my ears and

whispered... It's okay

but it did not stop there....

he made me feel smaller

than what I was

 and made him feel 

BIGGER and TOUGHER

Okay was the last thing I'd be.

 

Broken was the second thing I felt

when he took the blade that gave him life

and ended it all in one

simple

l    o     n    g slash

because we were 

meant for each other

even if I didn't love...

him...

when aging stops 

and fourteen never comes

Okay was the last thing I'd ever be

 

Dying was the third thing I felt

with the Blade and the NyQuill and the Ibuprofen

because I heard once that 2+bottle+46+ reason=

DEAD

even if I'm rubbish at math

then something f

                          l

                             o

                               a

                                 t

                                    e 

                                       d

Down from the mixture

of #########

and abcdefg

that is called our cellular network

"You're a nice girl"

and 

I

stopped....

 

Hopwas the fourth thing I felt

with a hand on mine

a brain to help mine

a shoulder to lean on

Tall to my short

kind to my silly

someone who could

HELP

me be me

Never give in

and never give up 

and that day

in my golden ballgown

which trailed on the floor

and his tux in black and silver 

I stopped saying it was

MY FAULT

and instead said

I am okay

I am not guilty

I am enough

I AM OKAY. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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