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599 · Sep 24
Hiss, kitty!
Miranda Sep 24
She knows it
When you hiss
You don't like her
She has learnt you
She knows she's just a toy
For you, kitty!
But for my scars
They wish for vengeance
For your capture
So when you find yourself
In a cage of your own making
You should try to learn
Not to hiss at
The hand that feeds you
420 · Oct 1
Silence
Miranda Oct 1
If I told you what you are
Would you rewrite yourself?
For me, could you do that?
I know who you are
Back to front I've read you
I know I can't cut you
You know I can't too
But
You wouldn't do that for me
I know that
So we'll sit in silence
Until the moment passes
So until the next time comes
I'll flinch at every proposal
258 · Sep 24
To a husband
Miranda Sep 24
I'm old too
Im tired of you
It's why my head splits
When you call me
It's why my eyes are hollow
When I look at you
It's why I need escape
So today
A day I've waited for
I stand over you
Finally freed of you
And I can finally speak
One last favour
And let you be remembered
So fondly as I once saw you
257 · Sep 20
Ignorance
Miranda Sep 20
Your senselessness
appears as ignorance to me
Because it is so shocking
That a perception so twisted
Is preserved so incredibly
How can you be so sure
Of your words
When try as you might
To hold yourself with dignity
Your youthful imperfections
Shine through without fail
96 · Sep 20
Beauty
Miranda Sep 20
Observer to which I promise
Promise to you appreciation
Sweeten me with voice
Voice thoughts so admirable
Though I am unwavered
A buoy still with the tides
I wish to one day value this
Vanity, if you will
As much as I value complexities
Morality and coping
Intelligence and capacity
And when you, observer
Promise me appreciation
I will let comments so sweet
Ruffle my tides of mind
94 · Sep 20
I'm sorry
Miranda Sep 20
Advice cant be offered
To heal your faults
Impenetrable walls
Like a fortress
Remnants of a war never fought
An internal war
Don't feign your pain
To the people you've pained
Don't feign loyalty
To the people you've left
Just know that when you cry
You've poisoned yourself
60 · Sep 20
My mother, who is me
Miranda Sep 20
My mother was a teacher
a daughter and a wife
She left before her time
Left before I can recall
Though routine
Many pick me through;
"Her face my inspiration"
"Her personality my double"
Treat me as her
Treat me with regard I never earned
My entirety is compared
And my expression belittled to another's
Leaving me soured
A woman I had never known
A legacy that I must fulfil
My mother, who is me

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