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Dario Outten Aug 2021
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.
Dario Outten Jul 2023
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.
Dario Outten Nov 2017
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.

— The End —