How can you know that person
So well she knows you
While your bond will worsen
And there is no thing you can do
How can you look her in the eyes
And tell her you don't feel
It was a villain in disguise
All he wanted was to steal
How can you tell her he took your heart
And a big magnifying glass
In the end he gave you part
Of the big and terrible mass
He said come look at this
There must be something wrong
Maybe there is something that you miss?
Because this used to be so strong
So you look at your own heart
Shamelessly thorn and adapted
And there slowly you make a start
To get to know what it affected
No matter the secrets hearts keep
There is one thing we all know
No wound can be too deep
For sincere love to undo
My energy is what you're taking
You are stealing it from me
Slowly and painfully my heart is breaking
It is somthing you must see
So now my love the time has come
For me to let you go
I can't explain where it comes from
But it's the right thing, I really know
I will care as long as I live
About how your life goes on
I just hope that you will forgive me
For not being the one
What is loyalty?
Is loyalty when you are in a relationship, and you don't cheat?
Is loyalty and when you do your friend a favor when they need you most, and they are begging for you to help them?
That can't be loyalty.
That won't be loyalty.
No, Loyalty is something bigger.
Loyalty is when you are honest, and trusting, with your peers.
Loyalty is when you do the right thing for the right people
Instead of being selfish
Instead of being evil
Instead of being the kind of person no one would ever want to spend their life with.
Loyalty is when you stay true to your word.
It's when you don't tell a lie
It's when you develop one opinion on something
It's when you stick to your guns, and you don't go out being a liar.
It's when you claim that you are doing one thing, but realize you can do the other anyway.
It's when you don't act on that other way
It's when you instead, stay to what you last promised.
Loyalty is not being the one person who ruins an otherwise good night.
Loyalty is not being the one person who ruins an otherwise good life.
Loyalty is instead, simply, truth.
Truth to one person.
Truth to one person who deserves it.
Truth to all people, they all deserve it.
If you aren't willing to be loyal.
Don't call me.
The rain makes the world gray,
gray like the way your touch felt on my thigh.
You looked so handsome today,
with your voice as melodic as angels
and I couldn't help myself to think that although I want you to be happy,
I can't bare your happiness not involving me.
I know it's selfish,
but we're all generation me.
And you frustrate me because I can't figure you out.
You're a shifting maze,
I'm trapped in you
and I couldn't be happier.
I think of you often and wonder how you could hate me
But demons aren't meant to be loved,
I constantly desire your love,
or at least a reassuring glance.
But you are white and I am black,
I wish I could say
we blend together impeccably.
But I'm just being naive.
I guess we can just blame it all on the rain.
i don't love what i can see only what
is good out of the corner of my eye because
what is loved is usually imperfect so i hide
myself behind my eyes and the dreams
that come are beautiful i don't know
when it happened that beauty was so blinding
that i had to turn away read in to that
you'll find a sexual avoidant personality
and that's what the twelve step group calls
it but what do those people know anyway?
they on the other hand, i can look at them
all day without blinking and i try but the
meetings only last an hour. their afflictions
are the same as mine i can read them and all
the grief horror of their pasts i can collec
t the lines in their bodies i can absorb the superficial
horror stories, nobody reveals true horror voluntarily
except anonymously sometimes
but still reading in to it you want know why
it hasn't killed them yet they say there's no room
for love without forgiveness without a mighty
god i want to know if this is true all of these years
of surfing what's in front of me is all i can see
i guess these lines of imposed judgment connections
of guilty tied in knots they pull me along
and hope to find a sturdy tree on main street
an ode to the death of this
thankless child, &
a brewing of fear to re
-place le maman's tea.
here lie the kings, cast
in stone and silver light.
my world is smoke & silence, &
in the long, slow scenting
of royalty & death,
the ghosts are leaving and
leaving; they are leav
on the platform are all
the phantoms wading through the
Orgasm of terror and being real.
you plunder and plunder —
rot & glory in exchange for honour, and
the immortality of your mother's
they are relentless, and
they deny me dissolution, but
the truth of an old lady's monoth–
eism is this: you
are real and real and
we do not want you.
we cannot want you.
Her virgin ears... They were stolen.
Her wrists... Have scars from the ropes that had bound them.
Her legs... They had been spread open from the men that were to selfish even to notice her scream.
At age 9 she accidentally made this her identity.
Her stomach... No one can see it has blood streaked across it, from the knife that took away her pain.
At age 13 her chains kept building.
The secret of what happened still weighed heavy.
The men... They had kept coming.
Not knowing what to do, she turned to porn hoping that the satisfaction would come through.
Her knife keeps producing scars that mark her skin.
This, once again, accidentally became her identity.
Scars kept coming.
She couldn't trust anybody.
At age 14 her chains still weighed heavy, but something has changed.
A person... Sees the hurt that no one else can see.
A person... that has come from a similar past.
A person... Tells her it will be okay.
A person... Tells her not to be afraid.
A person... Tells her she is loved.
A person... vowed to help her find her voice.
However, the girl couldn't believe those words of truth.
- but still.. A person kept on trying.
This is her past, what about her present?
At age 15 her wounds begin healing - the words have broken through.
She has found... A person to finally trust.
She puts down the knife.
She can finally run free.
A life she can live, free from anxiety.