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* Reese's Verse* I been running from shadows Haven't gone very far As the sun's going down I feel them stretch on the tar I keep running and running Follow the brightest of stars But I been running on empty And I don't know who you are Secrets come and go Can't escape the shadow Waiting by the window Just to watch the world go Don't know this girl in the mirror Close my eyes to see clearer She screams and no one can hear her I scream out NO ONE CAN HEAR HER Feel the darkness creep in My heart beats up in my ears And so the nightmare lives on I'm drowning deep in my fears Everybody is screaming (3x) *Hook* Can I tell you a secret (2x) If I do, will you please Promise me that you'll keep it

I told my rapist I loved him Because I did And in some ways I still do Even in the dark cloud of shame Whenever someone mentions his name Even though I never wanted to Do the things we did Somehow I convinced myself I asked for it Agreed that it would be our secret That hush upon my lips Turned to quiet consequence The loss of innocence At age 8 Bred two decades of self hate Which only boys and other poisons could satiate Medicated through the pain, but remained confused Allowed my body to be consumed Mistaken passion from sexual abuse I told my rapist I was sorry the day I finally refused At age 14 Torn between Continuing And screaming I was so scared to lose him Lose his attention It's so fucking disgusting to reminisce On the fact that throughout my adolescence This is what I understood of intimate affection At age 15 I would have done anything To no longer be a "virgin" To casualize sexual interaction Convince myself This was common p...

Only when we accept our demons Can we summon angels.

I decided today that I can no longer look you in the eyes Without envisioning clear blue skies dipped in the golden honey of California sunshine And I can't think of honey without thinking of how sweet Your kiss must taste as it misses my cheek And plants two lips into the soil of my dirty mouth So every word I utter is beautiful and smells of springtime And no syllable is ever too loud Just a lulling chime barely above a whisper Just enough to make the puppies whimper And howl at the moon in hunger for something warm, and fragile, and tender, And gushing from being torn wide open and vulnerable Like the poetry of a young lover Lying on a table with a toe tag and heartstring casualties embroidered into letterman sleeves No I do not believe in trite romance Nor the chance to press my soft curves into your rough hands So you may mold me into any shape you like That I might slip through your clumsy fingers and get lost in other beautiful skies throughout the night By ...