Poetry

an innocent kiss
thats all it is
between a father and his daughter
why then do I think of my abuser?
its insane
i feel so ashamed
for equating the two
and my mind wants to say
this abuse from the abuser
didnt ever happen to you
stop making up lies
false tales
such lies
but you remember!
you can never forget
and all of these memories were all sparked
by just one innocent kiss

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Author: manyofus1980

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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