On the brink of S A V A G E R Y . . .
An ego that speaks so candidly,
about the L you think you're handing me.
because you no longer have the key,
that unlocks the happy me.
It must pain you to see,
that she's just so glad to be free,
from the leech that starves to feed on her
I N S E C U R I T I E S .
In this wicked life given to you.
I remember grade school.
& all the memories I put behind.
Way in the back of my mind,
but shallow enough for me to still see the scars,
of some of the most hurtful things that have brought me this far.
I feel so comfortable in my vulnerability,
but it hurts me to my
C O R E . . .
She is a beautiful vase,
filled with dead roses. . .
& she realized,
SHE. IS. LOVE.
Flourish in spite of,
or calmly keep my peace.
Show what I'm made of?
Or humbly be discreet?
Reveal every part of me
Or should i?
& appeal to you, you & you.
you, you & you.
Sometimes I get confused,
Should i be me?
& what i love?
Or be a lie that comforts you?
I never want to be in a place of complacency,
where all i do is live to exist.
The beauty of a flower doesn't last too long.
It lasts just enough to make an impact,
& endure the rain.
The beauty of a flower exudes the pain of a lovely life short lived.
Shining bright with bloom,
Withering petals in gloom.
A flower doesn't last too long.
So appreciate her before she is gone.
You don't forgive
My love for you sinks into my veins,
like a tattoo of your name.
You know what I loathe?
When the pages of your notebook start falling out.
I hate how a notebook can be so perfectly put together
& brand new,
but once they go through the pages of ones emotions,
They fall apart.
Kinda like me.
she is not strong.
she is not weak.
she's just holding her head above water.
I wish you had known you were beautiful.
I wish that didn't matter.
I wish that you had known yourself then. . .
I wish that you would have loved yourself when. . .
When the opinion of others hurt you,
I wish you knew loving yourself is a virtue.
I wish that you would've chosen to see
that you are a Gift filled with purpose,
you are so much more than what meets the surface.
You are a Diamond, and the Rough.
You can't start love with me,
& be the end of me.
You have to want all of me,
Not just lustful desires that fulfill your need to be,
the center of my sexuality,
lacking interest in me,
but being interested in me.
Not just the sunny days,that brighten your ways,
Or days filled with rain,
that wash away your pain,
While I'm losing me and watching you gain,
all at the expense of ME.
The special pieces of me,
The unforgettable pieces of me,
Remember that I come with. . .
ALL OF ME.
Always felt as if I was never heard,
but can you listen now?