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You are not the sun in my day Nor the moon in my night You are not what makes the birds sing You are a new house that I impatiently moved into with air mattress on the floor and the blanket and pillows my mum gave me that smells like comfort. You are a house that I call home that is chaotic and needs patience and effort. You a beautiful, messy, drama filled home. You are freedom that was earned And love that was built In a cold empty world You are real. You are human, That makes just as much mistakes as I do You are an absolute reflection of me at my best and my worst. All my toxic tendencies and the amazing *** that comes with it You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing Hidden in love and shame and guilt Afraid to be the wolf that society rejects but glamorizes Because you want to be “good”. …But you’re not. You’re human. Molded in the worst way by the very thing that keeps you locked up in your head. now and then you would choose your happiness over my needs and there is not a **** thing wrong with that. You have your times of stress and loneliness I fell off and into myself whiles you woke up from the codependent fairytale first. …I get you. Self preservation is a ***** Now I need to love myself more because our relationship is moving beyond this wretched codependency that we’ve been so accustomed to And you went on ahead of me. That’s okay, I see you. I told you. I understand you. And I love you. Completely. Because even tho you are not my sun nor my moon, you are still my house I call home. You are still my insanity that I call peace. You are what sends me to hell and what lifts me to heaven. You are my reflection that I need to conquer. You are a battle that I need to fight for the life that I want. You are my heart that has assimilated into the reality of love and it’s spectrum Both purifying and intoxicating You will be the death of me And still you will bring the life back to my eyes You…are a ******* journey. …Oh what is to be loved.
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Jul 30, 2023
Jul 30, 2023 at 8:56 PM UTC
To Be Loved
You are not the sun in my day Nor the moon in my night You are not what makes the birds sing You are a new house that I impatiently moved into with air mattress on the floor and the blanket and pillows my mum gave me that smells like comfort. You are a house that I call home that is chaotic and needs patience and effort. You a beautiful, messy, drama filled home. You are freedom that was earned And love that was built In a cold empty world You are real. You are human, That makes just as much mistakes as I do You are an absolute reflection of me at my best and my worst. All my toxic tendencies and the amazing *** that comes with it You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing Hidden in love and shame and guilt Afraid to be the wolf that society rejects but glamorizes Because you want to be “good”. …But you’re not. You’re human. Molded in the worst way by the very thing that keeps you locked up in your head. now and then you would choose your happiness over my needs and there is not a **** thing wrong with that. You have your times of stress and loneliness I fell off and into myself whiles you woke up from the codependent fairytale first. …I get you. Self preservation is a ***** Now I need to love myself more because our relationship is moving beyond this wretched codependency that we’ve been so accustomed to And you went on ahead of me. That’s okay, I see you. I told you. I understand you. And I love you. Completely. Because even tho you are not my sun nor my moon, you are still my house I call home. You are still my insanity that I call peace. You are what sends me to hell and what lifts me to heaven. You are my reflection that I need to conquer. You are a battle that I need to fight for the life that I want. You are my heart that has assimilated into the reality of love and it’s spectrum Both purifying and intoxicating You will be the death of me And still you will bring the life back to my eyes You…are a ******* journey. …Oh what is to be loved.
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I was always a giver. All I had was just me. Never plenty My soul was never full Never healthy Still I gave away every part of me Every ****** ounce Not one pinched penny I would rip the bandage off I would rip out a chunk Place it in somebody’s hand Many would take it and drop it like it was nasty Too graphic Too pure Too tragic That’s it. I’ve had it. With each person I’ve had it I gave it and they grabbed it. They took it and they stabbed it. And I watched all the madness All the love How. ******* Tragic. ...I’m broken. Broken mind. Broken love. And it all sounds like a broken record.
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Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 4:03 PM UTC
Broken Record
Oh my wonder woman When did you forget how to fly? With you I've kept my goals high How you've fallen so low I lost my vision of the sky Oh my wonder woman When did you forget how to fight? You've lost your fire You're losing your son My cold heart hidden in this endless night Oh my wonder woman And your lasso of truth With you I've hanged ***** laundry Regardless of those times it became my noose. Oh my wonder woman You've lost the life in your eyes Oh I know you're tired I can see through your disguise. How long must you keep it up There's bags under your eyes But your super man is coming He can hear your silent cries. Finally crawled out of hiding Cast all fears aside Strong enough to help You turn it down with pride. You just want him to do what he ever did. Just stand and watch Wait and hide But he has his own fire now I'm your sun after all Just more intense More alive Oh my wonder woman How long do you intend to cry Your super man is coming It's your turn to look to the sky.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
Wonder Woman