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Toy Longboard
I have a toy longboard
That was his when we were kids
He was the typical skater boy
Doing tricks for the highest of bids
He'd tackle me to the ground
Hug me and tease me about being a bear
Telling me he loved me
And how he'd forever care
Wherever him and his friends went
To smoke or fight or skate
He'd carry me on his back
Not caring if they were late
Wearing hoodies and Vans
His girlfriends with blonde or blue hair
Were never good enough for him
I was too selfish to share
With his bruised arms and black eyes
I fell in love with his scars
Reminding me of our bedroom walls
Covered by glow in the dark stars
He taught me how to play
Hands over mine, chin on my head
He'd give me the second controller
And cuddle with me in my bunk bed
Sniffing lines, drinking beers
Coming home midnight or later
I found myself missing him
While our mother called him a traitor
Covered in color and tattoos
A walking canvas of art
He called me beautiful, a masterpiece
And nicknamed me sweetheart
The day my father crawled into my head
He sang me to sleep with a lullaby
Burning away the memories
Of the bruises on my thigh
He held me when I cried
Kissed the tears off of my cheek
And told me it would be okay
Even when everything was bleak
His eyes were my safe haven
The same shade of green as mine
He'd trace shapes and words on my back
Giving me shivers up my spine
When mother took to rope
And my sister forgot reality
My brother went to prison
And my father took me
Years of screaming and nightmares
Until one faithful night
He decided to bring a gun
The darkness ebbing away with his light
He was my hero on a white horse
Bat in his hands and bullets on his tongue
When my father hit me
My brother swung
I dreamt of his lips, ached for his touch
When he hugged me, covered in blood
I fell in love with my brother
As my father's body hit the floor with a thud
I have a toy longboard
That was his when we were young
It reminds me of him
And how our first kiss took the breath from my lungs
***Disclaimer: Not about author.
That was his when we were kids
He was the typical skater boy
Doing tricks for the highest of bids
He'd tackle me to the ground
Hug me and tease me about being a bear
Telling me he loved me
And how he'd forever care
Wherever him and his friends went
To smoke or fight or skate
He'd carry me on his back
Not caring if they were late
Wearing hoodies and Vans
His girlfriends with blonde or blue hair
Were never good enough for him
I was too selfish to share
With his bruised arms and black eyes
I fell in love with his scars
Reminding me of our bedroom walls
Covered by glow in the dark stars
He taught me how to play
Hands over mine, chin on my head
He'd give me the second controller
And cuddle with me in my bunk bed
Sniffing lines, drinking beers
Coming home midnight or later
I found myself missing him
While our mother called him a traitor
Covered in color and tattoos
A walking canvas of art
He called me beautiful, a masterpiece
And nicknamed me sweetheart
The day my father crawled into my head
He sang me to sleep with a lullaby
Burning away the memories
Of the bruises on my thigh
He held me when I cried
Kissed the tears off of my cheek
And told me it would be okay
Even when everything was bleak
His eyes were my safe haven
The same shade of green as mine
He'd trace shapes and words on my back
Giving me shivers up my spine
When mother took to rope
And my sister forgot reality
My brother went to prison
And my father took me
Years of screaming and nightmares
Until one faithful night
He decided to bring a gun
The darkness ebbing away with his light
He was my hero on a white horse
Bat in his hands and bullets on his tongue
When my father hit me
My brother swung
I dreamt of his lips, ached for his touch
When he hugged me, covered in blood
I fell in love with my brother
As my father's body hit the floor with a thud
I have a toy longboard
That was his when we were young
It reminds me of him
And how our first kiss took the breath from my lungs
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