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melenie
You call me selfish, ungrateful and mean. Are you looking at me? Do you see me? or do you see a reflection of you? I am not perfect nor do I care to be. You, who want me to bend and give to accommodate you are the selfish one. Manipulation at its best and it used to work on me mold mold myself to what he or she wants make them happy don't upset anyone. See me, choose me, don't leave me. I am not that naive anymore I am on to you I see the lies. Say it again, and look in the mirror Selfish, do you see it in your eyes ungrateful, do you see it in your eyes mean, do you see it in your eyes Your name-calling is a reflection of you not me I do not own your perspective. I will survive it all.
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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
Selfish
My mother, mommy, mom You were my person, My sun and moon and stars, The superwoman who made everything good happen and the one I blamed for any bad that happened My little sister and I only had you the three of us in cahoots or at odds the bond was the foundation until I built my own. Your smile, a vivid memory your laugh an echo in my heart my hands look like yours and if I clasp them together I can pretend we are holding hands again closing my eyes inhaling your scent of Patchouli how did it feel to be enveloped in your arms? Soft and safe and peaceful when I was little before my teenage rebellion when I pushed farther away how many times did I break your heart? Each time you forgave me silently, without reproach, unconditionally.
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC
The Unspoken Bond
Tears flow from a plentiful stream Sad stories shared Eyes overflow Precious moments inspiring hope Cheeks are the backdrop of cascades Loss, and loss, and more loss It isn't mine. I am an outsider looking in Pierced by the worlds pain I look to my blessings My soul shifts with relief Wells that hold gratitude Fill to overflowing I count my blessings Wife, son, daughter, son Health, wife, son, daughter, son Mother and father figures, wife, son, daughter, son My people Who hold me up when I stumble Who hold me in high esteem because I am me Who see me All that I am and am not And still wrap arms around me Accept this weeping figure Heart of sponge Soaking up your hurt, his hurt, their hurt Lifting a chin to bring eyes to eyes I see you I see your path Look and you will see It is yours, all yours And it is plentiful A solitary tear Droplet of joy leaving me Touching you Landing on your skin Sparking acknowledgement It is mine, all mine And I have earned it
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Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
The Empath