He closed me up like a book, n I mistook his values for my own.
He had an image he wouldn't abandon n derived pride in being grown.
I wanted to live in his castle so I helped him on to his throne
His world felt safe, so when he opened his gates, I no longer felt alone.
Future happiness - dictated his life,
turning 30 - made him think of a wife.
So when I cooked I was judged,
and when I cleaned I felt loved,
but when I drank- I was a child,
the mom of his kids couldn't act wild.
I was walking on egg shells and picking up the pieces
I covered up the remnants so he couldn't find any reasons - to leave me. Or not believe me.
I wanted him to think I knew what I was doing.
My life's purpose became convincing him that I was worth pursuing.
And I grew so content in his world of requirements,
cuz I thought if he could love me I was - doing alright since -
I didn't feel the scabs of my insecurities anymore,
they all seemed to itch less when he walked through the door,
and said I love you.
Why his validation made me feel like I was whole,
or why his arms tasted like home- I'll never know.
But the way he saw the world and his opinions of me,
contorted and distorted the world that I perceive,
and now I find that I'm scared to live by my own rules,
cuz I know it's not the path that he would choose.
I don't recognize these shoes; the ones that I walk in.
I don't hear my own voice cuz he did all the talking.
I don't trust my own gut cuz he did all the thinking.
I don't remember how to tread cuz I'm so used to sinking.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
Where did I lose you
When did you drop me
How did you love me
Then stop so abruptly
After you touched me
After all we've been through
Why don't you love me when I'm aching for you
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
What are you really trying to say?
Don't doubt it, just write it
What are you really trying to say?
Let it come, don't fight it
What are you really trying to say?
There's a thought that pays you a visit
What are you really trying to say?
Relax, and just listen.
What are you really trying to say?
About what stirs you inside
What are you really trying to say?
You better say it while you're alive
What are you really trying to say?
Your silence is misleading
What are you really trying to say?
On your search for meaning
What are you really trying to say?
As the fear holds you back
What are you really trying to say?
As you think about failure, or the lack
What are you really trying to say?
As you picture the outcome
What are you really trying to say?
Every time you back down
What are you really trying to say?
As its gnawing at your throat
What are you really trying to say?
When you decide that you won't
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
Knowing there's nothing waiting at the end of the line
No phone call to lift me, no arms to fall in mine
That there's a great big sky and everyone underneath
Seeks refuge in the shelter of the company that they keep
This isolation is icy, and hard to conceive
Knowing I'll never know what it is I seek
Is it comfort, is it contentment, is it knowing that I'm not alone
Is it feeding an illusion or creating the concept of home
Is it elevation of the mind, adrenalin through the heart
Soaring so high just to fall apart
We're soaring so high just to fall apart.
And yet we try and try again, because it's all we know so far
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
i think I'm going to bury you
i've given you too much time
i think i'm done hurting now
or feeding this grief of mine
i think i'm done being bitter
and holding this spite inside
despite your lack of compassion
that no longer exists at this point in time
i think I'm done being angry
and drinking from the stream of your disdain
i don't deserve to be locked inside
this narrow perception in your brain
and i'm drained from this drought in my system
from letting you feed from the well of my kindness
when you give me nothing, nothing at all
but a hollow perception of blindness
i'm going to bury you
deep in the garden
and watch you blend with the dirt
there you can lay, bare the rain and decay
And i will no longer hurt.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
Maybe I should be content
Perhaps life was being kind to me
It took everyone away gradually
Instead of in a handful.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
Look at me like I'm nothing so that I show you more respect
You want me? then show me just a little more neglect
Forgive me- I want the worst of you
When you try and give me the best
I fell in love with a man who treated me like the rest
Question my validity
Like they did
Question my abilities
I'm just a little kid
Question my behavior
It's so out of line
Question how much I accomplish
In a certain amount of time
Question my foundation as it crumbles to the floor
Question your instincts
Do you even like me anymore?
Look at my fat
And turn away during ***
Ask me if I want food
I'll politely reject
Yell at me when I stutter
Correct me when I'm dumb
Make me feel like I'm drowning at the bottom of the ocean with water filling up my lungs
Cuz that's what they've done
And now this is who I am
A person who can't distinguish
Love from a demand
So I don't want to take your hand
It's too kind, too foreign
Point out my flaws
Or I'll keep on exploring
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
my conscious hand extends out into the air
suspended over his back
the night has fallen, the birds won't be calling
until the morning comes to attack
he might be asleep, but his aura is mindful
the bed feels half its size
the blanket that surrounds his body
barely graces my thigh
I'm trying not to breathe, I'm trying not to be
because i'm sleeping next to a fuse
nothing feels natural about this
like swimming in a pool with both of your shoes
my knee bumps a place on his thigh
and now i hold my breath all-together
as uncomfortable as i would be in the texas heat
wrapped in a woolen sweater
what a tragic accident
i reminded him i was there
when he was in route to a place
of being blissfully unaware
we're too close for being so far apart
though it's beating next to me, where is his heart?
our love found its passport and traveled on
these inches should be miles,
how much longer til we're gone
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
we are standing on a line
that divides doubt from truth
insecurity from exposure
our wisdom from our youth
old patterns are breaking
and shattering at our feet
we are standing between the line
of victory and defeat
and as we rock back and forth
on the point of no return
we will hug a little tighter
or say goodbye and learn
but i could dance with you forever
on the other side
where our fears are left behind
and we allow the course of time
to take us one step closer
baby use your eyes
I'm not wavering to hurt you
or tell you any lies
to be one step closer
your body over mine
my fingers on your spine
our intentions intertwined
with one step closer
my heart will explode
I'll take that chance to tell you
what doesn't need to be told
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC