Why Did You Speak As A Deer / When You Were Really A Ghost?

“Why did you speak as a deer / when you were really a ghost?”

— Tina Chang, from “Every Grimm,” Hybrida

Glitch

I can tell you the nastiest things

I will Rip you apart at the seams

Then I’ll beg you hold me tight at night

I am telling you, my minds not right

You always give so much more than I do

I know there are times I’ve left you feeling blue

But I promise a change

Though it may not be today

 Tell me that I haven’t hurt you to badly

That you still want to love me, so madly

My lungs will not last a day without you

I know that’s dramatic but, dammit its true

The love I give out; I know it’s not always nice

Can you please stay with me a few more nights

But I promise it’s just a glitch

I’m sorry, my mind is sick

-Lea 

Hold me tight

She holds me tight Do I put up a fight? None of this is right…   She’s forced me open I start praying and hoping Now I guess I’m coping…   She says it’s OK! That I shouldn’t be afraid. She’s saying all this in vain…   I let out a cry and tell her “NO She needs to let me go! Please stop taking off my clothes…”   There’s a knock at the door ‘OH MY GOD, thank you lord!’ She thought I’d lay there like a corpse…   I jump up grab my clothes I’m so fucking frazzled it shows! She says, not one word to me as I walk out her home…   The next day it’s a blur Was this rape? How can I be sure? Will this tension be cured?

It is now ten years later I still fully hate her She is now my perpetrator…   She sends her hellos Whenever she calls home She thinks nobody knows…   I am slowly moving on I’ve been told “she’s done nothing wrong.”... That “You need to stop thinking about it, good god!”…   I guess.. one day I will stop thinking about it

-Lea 

Polar

She yells and she cries

She tells me I am not right

Then begs me to hold her at night.

She’s all in my head

Won’t leave me alone in my bed

I want to crumble instead.

I’ve felt love, I’ve felt warmth

But never from her

I think she’s misinformed.

I think im addicted, while she’s obsessed

Some days, I truly feel blessed

“it’s so Closter phobic” I express!

She says “breath breath

You’re doing just fine,

Come here, let me help you clear your mind”

-Lea