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You deserve someone
who sees you,
truly sees you.
Not someone who pretends to care,
Not someone who takes advantage of
your kindness, vulnerability and pure heart.
You deserve to be cherished
for who you are.
You deserve to know
that you’re
irreplaceable,
incomparable
And no one can ever
have a soul like yours.
A spirit
that is worthy
of love and compassion
beyond measure.
No tears in her eyes now
Just a deadly, cold stare
That aims to ****,
A little smile forming
On the corner of her mouth
For she knew
She was strong enough to
Get back up on her feet
As she crawled out of Hell
For the millionth time..
She knew she wasn’t gonna let
Something like that
Easily take her out
Even when it felt like
She was going to bleed
To death..
Her last breath
Was hanging onto her lips
Yet she found the strength
To keep on going
To keep on moving
Than let herself burn
Over and over again..
For the price she had to pay
Of the poor choices she made..
Only to rise from the ashes
Followed by her shadows..
And who would’ve thought
That this time around
Her own demons
Would be the ones
Saving her life..
If it within my strength/
I will work to give you the world.
If I must work-day after day without a day off?
To accomplish it.
Then I will.

But know this and it spoken with total truth.
If you hurt me?
That be when I stop loving you.

From my mind I will eliminate you like you never existed.
If you hurt me?
There will never be any returning back.

You can apologize but you be wasting your breath.
But just remember that I gave my very all to you.
And you treated me, treated me like a fool.

And we all know hurt make a fool see truth.
But if you my lady upon that throne.
And very sincere and real.
I give you the world if I can.

But if
But if
But if, you ever hurt me.
That be when I stop loving you.
this side of my skin
hides what lies within
a perfect shell
hiding my inner hell

this side of me
hides what you can see
what i hide
what's trapped deep inside

outside as perfection
inside a deadly infection
it spreads through my soul
its darkness swallowing me whole

this side of my skin
protects what i hide within
keeps my thoughts hidden
because what they say is surely forbidden
my heart aches
with hope
for a miracle,
for a safe, calm space
one that holds with care
one that welcomes with love
softness and a tender touch
one that sees behind the mask
one where there is no hiding
only acceptance and guiding
only freedom and flying
without expectations
without conditions
one that simply
lets me be.
I wonder when
the puzzle that I am
will be completed

where is the missing piece?
is there a missing piece?
am I real? does it matter?

those are the quests
we all
start with when we don’t


c. 2025 Roberta Compton Rainwater
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