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Never allowed to grow
Beyond ornamental,
Small perfect leaves
On small well pruned branches;
To please the eye
Of miniature torturers.


Cramped in a micro life,
Roots restrained
Within un-natural boundaries.
The promise of a tree
Never really fulfilled,
Beyond a whisper.


Fussed over relentlessly,
Like an O.C.D.
Perfect shape and form,
Trained from natural beauty,
To sit on a shelf
Hidden from reality.
I will not weep for you,
you, who is no lover,
you who,
tears away at skin
from
a delicate pale cream
to sweet chocolate brown,
and yet,
you rip and bleed,
tear apart tender insides
fragile tissue
take a soul away
so cruel, you slice them open
force youself apon them
and watch in glee as
the person underneath you
squirms in fear of what you are
and what you are capable of.
-
-
I will not weep for you,
My tears are for the many
Who cry because of you
you, with your
cruel teeth and claws.
Yes.
I will not weep
for you..
**** is universal,
Anyone can be *****
Men can be *****, women can be *****,
other genders can be *****
-
You are brave,
You are beautiful
You are spectacular
And I should have protected you.
I sometimes see you,
Your face lingers in my mind,
Eyes of leaves and snow,
Your colors haunt my pale heart,
I think I miss the autumn.
I saw your eyes
and it was like they were the sun
shining through with autumn gold
you were beautiful
-
but now
all I see
is rotting leaves
You say that you love me and it's like heaven and hell,
it's wonderful and crazy,
you want to take me and break me,
burn me and remake me
into the pristine poet of a person I should be,
but no, you don't get to change me,
Because I like me,
my wax body dripping like false abiguity
and displaying myself on a pedestal of my own natural instability.
I like being me,
and if you really loved me you wouldn't want to change me,
you would respect my boundaries,
my body,
my family,
I am a masterpiece.
I don't ask for much, so just maybe some dignity?
I don't ask for much,
So let me have my dignity.
Have I reached too high?
Slipped and fallen?
Tumbled into something,
Lost and forgotten?
I've acheived freedom,
What else is there to say?
There's no feeling in my heart,
What have I given up?
I said I would do anything to fly,
but now,
I mourn my past life
I cry for what I've given up
Everything that I've lost,
and the solitude I've found
I've hit the end of the poetry high
dived from the poetry peak
to my own demise..
I
miss
you
and
I
don't know what to do anymore
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