I am a complete being,
all on my own,
having put the pieces of myself back together when he broke them at 6 years old.
Parts of me hate other parts of me, this is true.
But those parts of me love me just as feverently as you used to
They see the things about me that you used to adore
It helps me to remember that I am flawed but beautiful
Humans aren't meant to be perfect
That's why none of us are.
The pieces of me that are more you than me don't like the parts of me that are more me than you...
but I don't know,
if that's your fault or mine,
only time will tell.
But as it stands, I'm doing fine.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
people change everyday
so i vow to fall in love with you
every time the sun rises
s.s
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
To you, the ground beneath my feet
Every step I take,
you support me.
You stand with me,
in my times of trouble
I am warmed by your embrace,
as I become entranced in your outfit of lace.
Nothing could be more finely crafted,
than my connection with you.
The ages may wear on you,
yet you remain the only one
my sole longs for.
For you truly are...
My favorite pair of shoes.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
The pieces of me that are more you than me don't like the parts of me that are more me than you.
This means to say that when I met you, you infected me with your heart and your mind,
You left parts of yourself in me
So clearly that sometimes when you look at me, you see a mirror
You painted my body with your own colors, making me something different entirely
However beautiful this might seem,
There are parts of you that do not like me
So the parts of me that you painted so differently
Despise the parts of me that are truly who I'm meant to be.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
According to William Shakespeare,
Poor Tom had wits
And was witless
All whilst in disguise
According to David Bowie,
Major Tom left our blue Earth
And got lost amongst the stars
Becoming the titular Space Oddity
According to Led Zeppelin
Poor Tom was the seventh son
He led a life of work and play
But killed his ***** wife
According to The Cab
Major Tom would sing along
Whilst chastising the dreamer
Or, perhaps, seeing himself in young love
According to all these men
This muse man named Poor Tom
This muse man named Major Tom
All suffered an ill fate
According to I,
Arrogant poetess,
I pose a pondering:
What if they were all the same person?
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
Let's pretend we are not in love
And go on walking
So I can fall for you
All over again
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
i told my therapist about you,
while your lips were still slathered alllll over my body.
i showed her the places we had been,
and all the things we had seen.
i told her what lies underneath that pretty
pretty
skin of yours,
and i told her how i knew.
i spelt out your name as she scribbled it on her cute little clipboard,
i told her about the first night
and the second
and the fourth
and that time in the closet.
i told her everything,
i really just wanted to get
you
out
of my brain,
it didn't matter if saying these things put me in sososo much pain.
because you've moved on so why can't i?
i told my therapist about you,
but i still can't tell you
goodbye.
i know i'm s t u p i d,
for holding on this l
o
n
g,
i know it's useless,
for wishing you weren't gone.
but my words carry on like a heartbeat
s l o w
steady
fast
u s e d
n t a y
i keep keep keep breaking and breaking and breaking and
i told my therapist about you.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
I want to write
I feel this so truly, so deeply,
It stifles most other feelings in my stomach, so
Why don't the words just come to me
Why is the feeling so hard to express
I can feel it in my chest, now, dying to get out
And yet the words just don't come they stay locked in my head, a jumble of letters and phrases that just don't match up
This isn't even poetry, it's just a mismatched fantasy, and I'm doing my best to follow along but I'm getting lost along the rabbit trail of my own consciousness.
So... I keep trying. I keep writing. And maybe someday I'll be able to keep up.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
At age 7, I was guilty
when I accepted an invitation
to go into the apartment of a neighbor
He smelled of beer as he groped me.
At age 10, I was guilty
when I walked home too late
because I missed the train
He popped out of the bushes
exposing himself.
At age 12, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
tongue into my mouth
because I could not
get away.
At age 14, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
me to sit on his lap
while in my bathing suit
and I ran away from home.
At age 16, I was guilty
when my uncle convinced
everyone that I was a liar
and I quit school.
At age 18, I was guilty
when I gave birth to
my first child,
because I was ignorant.
At age 20, I was guilty
when I saw the cardiologist
in the reflection of a lamp
************ and the
police laughed at my report.
At age 30, I was guilty
when my employer
trapped me in the elevator
to ***** me, because I
was his subserviant.
At age 36, I was guilty
when I earned jujitsu honors
but risked going to jail
for defending myself.
At age 70, I was guilty
when a neighbor brought
me fruit and grabbed my
breast, because I was alone.
At age 72, I am guilty
of being a ferule woman
for 50 years and for
NOT be silent!
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC