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Kimberlee Wittlieb Poem
As she curls her body into itself
Remembering the day that had followed
She is no longer herself
But only
A mere ghost of what she once was
So much has gone through her body
Her rib cage splayed open like an inviting door
People leaving their dirty foot prints on her lungs
She never remembers inviting them in
But she is far too weak to close the door
The soles of her shoes have worn with her footsteps to find happiness
She always saw the exit sign
But
Her anxiety like an old demon
Creeping its way into her body taking over control
Everytime
The safety of her depression
Always waiting for her to fall back into
Catching her with its claws
Her insomnia at night
Telling her everything isn’t alright
Copyright © Kimberlee Wittlieb | Year Posted 2015
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Kimberlee Wittlieb Poem
I sat in the bath 5 years of age
My mother telling me someday i will find a wonderful husband
That is going to take care of me.
I was read stories of princes and princesses
And i wondered when i get to save mine.
I was 10 when my mom says that being married before
Sharing my body with any boy is important.
I wondered if it is the same for girls.
I was 14 when i kissed someone for the first time
Her touch excites me
The feeling of her lips so soft how could this be wrong.
The way my heart races and my lungs contract.
I was 14 the first time a man touched me
I felt physically sick.
The twist in my stomach
My brain telling my feet to run.
My screams for help being drowned out by his incessant mouth.
I was 16 the first time i slept with a girl.
Her soft hands and the way her body moved
And arched was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen.
I was 17 the first time i am in an abusive relationship.
he has his mind wrapped around me.
The perfect cage.
The only way to leave is to tear him apart.
“If you leave me i will kill myself”
He says
“I'm sorry i wont do it again i don't know what happened”
He says
I come home with bruised synapses
And damaged nerve tissue.
I was 18 when my mother looked at
Me with tears in her eyes
And asked me if i was gay.
I was 18 when i moved out.
Copyright © Kimberlee Wittlieb | Year Posted 2015
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Kimberlee Wittlieb Poem
As I felt her soft lips touch my forehead
Thousands of memories came flooding through my mind
Such a familiar sensation filled my body
As i began to reminisce the feelings
Of her lips sinking into mine
Showing me how to truly feel loved
Caressing my neck
Kissing me
Like I was someone to be cherished
These lips were the first to speak words
That had spread goose bumps across my body
Inflaming my senses
These lips forever engraved in my mouth
As the lips that spoke multitudes all while being silent
I know these lips
How they are special to me
But these lips will never again kiss me
The way i want
Yet only small forehead kissed to remind me
"I still care"
Never
"I still love you"
These lips once so familiar
Bring back the flush of my cheeks
Caressing the most intimate parts of me
saying
"Is this okay"
But
Sadly these lips will indulge in another
Copyright © Kimberlee Wittlieb | Year Posted 2015
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