They always warned me about knives, scissors, needles, all pointy things, they hurt.
So they were ok, i knew, i stayed away from them.
Guns kill, knives kill, i knew so i never touched them.
But no one ever warns you about the worst things, the ones that jump at you from someone elses mouth and tear you apart.
No one ever warned me about people leaving and taking parts of you with them. Parts you need.
No one ever warned me about empty spaces and their punches.
The empty space around you growing up.
The empty space in the closet, on pictures, the empty space where the third plate used to be.
The empty space around my daughter now.
There is only two christmas stockings in our home this year.
And i know, i lived it!
No matter how much i fill them, nothing will ever be complete again.