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I yearn to be an outsider.
To stray from society...
All in order to be
Who I'm truly
Created to be

I'm willing to face inner and outer adversity
All in the name of freedom
Judge me
Ridicule me
I care not, for I yearn to be
Everything I was created for
Living life purposefully
Breaking societal norms
I care not for the path created by
The government
But rather live happily
Fruitfully
In accordance to
Who I am created to be.
Wandering Unconventionally.
Bound by the painful infliction of your words I bleed
Never imagining that family
Would be the ones who hurt fully
Raised me
Stabbing me
Continuously
With your words
I still bleed

My grandma never believed in me
Mama never defended me
It's okay ma, I love you
How could you free me
If you yourself are still bound in captivity?

I yearn to the moment you and I are free
But the possibility
Of this task is greatly
Unattainable

How can I
Break the curse
of the words
That bind you and I
If you
Are still locked up and I
Well I - am a coward.

A prisoner and a coward
Will never move forward
So I must break myself
And set astray
But don't fret mother - just pray.
Know I'll be there at the end of the day
Despite our hardships
And your past brutality
You whipped me with
Words of discouragement
But I blame you not
How can you possibly provide encouragement
When you have never had any
Pent up anger - with no one to vent
No self confidence

But it is okay mother I love you
And if you love me
You will let me break free
Temporarily
As I rid my baggage and come for thee

I can't free you and I
Or think about we
If my escape tactics must be sharpened
But don't worry mother
I hover over you spiritually
Until it's time to break you free
Through me
And the tactics I've uncovered through my journey.
I yearn your touch the minute it's taken away.
But yet I stray
Emotions imprisoned - I've been torn before

Ripped apart into tiny pieces
The destruction of my paper ligaments
Seemed to be justice
I excreted nothing but hatefulness

You and I paint the perfect portrait
The embodiment of colliding souls
Yet I'm suffocating with this corset
I pull the strings tight till I'm cold -
Breathless. Filled with morbid
Thoughts

You brought me to life
My soul soars
To new heights containing no strife
Craving nothing but more
More of you till the afterlife
Does us part.

My past comes to haunt me
A constant reminder
Of the previous killing spree  
It tries to slaughter
My heart and the love we
Share - you and I - I and you.

I seek to show you
The passion encaged within me
But it's lost in the maze I fell into.
Each time I let go of the cowardice
My heart turns blue  
Sinking deeper - powerless.

Who's to say it won't be slain again - but this time
No potion to spare my grime.
You alone
Ease my mind
Just by the sound of your voice
Nourish my soul
Just by wrapping me in your joy
Replenish my body
When yours is against mine enjoying
The simplicity
Of your skin on my skin
My mind wandering
Into another realm - lost within
The depths of your soul not wanting
To be found
The lost wanderer
Happily lost in paradise.
I am a glutton for your LOVE
Not the pink pedals from a rose.
But to engulf in chills of
Feelings - risen from YOU.

I yearn to be wrapped in YOUR
affection - that is enough.
To indulge in your passion poured -
From gashes but fearlessly entrust.

I yearn for you to give me all of YOU
The you that "you" keep encaged
Is the YOU that I long to love too.
I'll take all of you, have no fear.

Just let loose your baggage -
And let me love all of it
As I live to love you and ALL
That comes with it.
  Oct 2014 Stephanie Holloway
Miki
"How do you keep so unattatched?"*

What do you mean?
I hear this question so much.
I guess you just dont see.

I'm not holding back
Or doing anything
I just don't know how
To hold onto anything

I never had a home
Or any long term friends
Letting go is manditory
Everything ends

This isn't a good thing
I don't know how to love
Don't try to be me
It hurts. It's numb

I'd rather be attatched
Sown at the hip
Helplessly heartbroken
Longing for your lips

Instead i despise you
For latching on so tight
I just want to run
I know that isn't right

So don't ask me that again
There's no special trick
If i could love i would
If only i could stick
An explanation
  Oct 2014 Stephanie Holloway
Julia
I believe
That writers are
So brave
Because each time
They start writing
Blotting ink onto
Their paper
Frustratingly typing on
Their laptop
They rip their heart out
Of their chest
And show the world
What it's made of.
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