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Brittani Aug 2013
I will rise with the sun every morning
And in the evening I will watch it set
Nothing in this world can touch me
As I lay my head to rest

I go through my days knowing
That the darkness brings a reprieve
That although my day was exhausting
At night I'll be able to sleep
Brittani Aug 2013
You'll dive over the edge many times
And have to be your own savior twofold
Each time, you will revive yourself a different way
Sans directions, formulas, or titanium molds

There may be trolls
Regulating your passage over, under, through
The bridge stretched across the abyss

Or dragons to fight
Maybe there's a princess to save
Or some other egregious pursuit to complete
In order to save your own life

Whatever your quest may be-
I hope you find it.
I hope you grab it by the collar and burn it out.
I hope you're able to beat the gruesome beast.
I hope that you can be your own hero,
Under the reality that no one else will.
Brittani Aug 2013
I notice the changes in you
You are undergoing a dark metamorphosis
I see in you, what I know in myself
Coaxed toward the edge of a deep abyss
You will soon tip-
Without help.
Brittani May 2013
My soul is sitting on display
Soon to be covered with dust
My heart is waiting patiently
Soon to be covered with rust

It will acquire a patina
From the tears I've cried in your honor
The display will be touched by many
Careless passersby will break off small pieces
Soon I'll be left with nothing
I'll be completely bare.
Brittani May 2013
I may be older, but you are wiser.
For the first time in years
I feel butterflies

Maybe you don't feel the same
Should I be afraid?
Maybe.

Could this lead to bigger things?
And am I willing to wait?
Definitely.
Brittani May 2013
If this was the solution to everything
Why did it take so long for it to sting?

I poured the alcohol long ago
And rubbed it on my wounds
I tried to tell you I needed help
Upon many, many moons

Did restating my question make more sense?
What is it that finally clicked?
Is my pain finally too much for you?
Has your soul, too, been knicked?
Brittani May 2013
The animal cries, the primitive sounds
Escaping my tiny throat
Remind me that I am more than a human being:
That I have complex feelings and thoughts
That I am different from the others
And that even though it hurts right now,

There is so much to live for.
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