I hate you, and your faceless form You took away the life inside that little body, took the innocence and love. Took away the happy stance and lovely smile; took away the pride and joy of being a child, because you thought they were yours to claim. Took advantage of the curtains coming down much too soon and told yourself it was what both of you wanted. I don’t know you, and I don’t need to know you. Don’t know your name, don’t know your place, don’t know your taste. But I don’t FORGET you. I don’t forget what you did. And I don’t forgive you taking away from that kid all that was theirs to give. And I don’t forgive you taking away what was surely to be the most beautiful thing I’d seen.

Sometimes I just want to do as my dad, and hold you close and lock you away from everything that can hurt you, because nobody did that when you could have used it. Whether it was because they didn’t think of it or they were busy or forgot-- you were never hold when you needed it the most. And now you’re broken, and you don’t need it as bad. But now you have someone who does think you need it, who is not too busy, and who cares. When people look at you, they see this skinny, little girl who can beat the crap out of you when you’re giving her shit, and who is very strong. But I see deeper than that. I see this lovely and unsure you, struggling to get past everything and just--move on. You’re so frail and try to seem so strong. Tried to hold together and didn’t want to be damaged any further. But underneath all that strength, I see you, the vulnerable one. I am not fooled with your act. And all that just makes me want to hold you close and lock you up behind these doors. To show you how much I love you and want to keep you safe and close.