Morning

I've never allowed myself to mourn.

The death of a Gabby who knows no such harm.

This Gabby isn't afraid to be intimate with someone she likes.

This Gabby knows her worth.

This Gabby doesn't question if every man who talks to her has a goal to get her in the bed.

Rest in Peace

Nevermind, he stole that from her-

From me.

She haunts me in the late hours of the night.

As I lay down in what should be a crime scene.

I hear her again when I look into a lovers eyes.

She whispers "Men can't be trusted".

I have always heard her voice,

But I have never acknowledged it.

The fifteen year old girl who learned the ugliness of the world way too fast.

She calls to me.

She wants me to know she is here.

She wants me to know she is not okay.

She wants me to acknowledge why the old Gabrielle is dead.

I have never allowed myself to mourn.

There is always a smile on my face.

But she is apart of me,

And I am her.

For the first time in three years

I cry

And mourn.

For the piece that was painfully torn from me.