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"from the minute
i knew i loved you,
i was jealous of
the fact that you are
so confident.
and i don't blame you,
because you have
every reason,
to believe in yourself."

and he replied,
"and from the moment
i knew i loved you,
i was so confused
to why you
were completely
and utterly
insecure,
and i do blame you,
because you have
no reason
not to
believe in yourself."
I wrote this poem a couple years ago, and even then, I didn't quite feel anything. Years after it was written, I met a boy who made me understand the writing I initially didn't get in the first place. I finally found beauty in my writing because of the love I found in someone else. Thank you. You mean the world to me.
 Jun 2013 Lacey Danielle
kgl
swallowing her aching pride with every step she takes
trying to forget, although her lonely heart it breaks
her everlasting hatred for the man who left a void
in her world, forever shifting, unprepared to be destroyed
her eyes, once glistening jewels turned to a bleak mistrusting stare
their depths expose the scars left by a man who did not care.

remembering the pain, the fearsome look within his eyes
the man she thought she loved became the monster she despised
her worthlessness confirmed with every single blow he dealt
the hurt within her heart was numb, the physical she felt
a horrifying calamity, some days she wished to die
the violent mental thoughts left by a man who made her cry

haunted by his judgments, heartless words rang in her ears
whilst her soul was crushed she never let him see her tears
a sordid satisfaction from the misery he saw
from the woman who adored him as he broke her to the core
but then it reached a point where though her self-belief was wrecked
the words that once were daggers suddenly had no effect

no longer did his voice destroy the stillness in her mind
her time was not yet over; she could leave it all behind
a woman who had suffered for so long, without a voice
decided for herself she had the right to make a choice
the bruises that imprinted, purple wounds left on her skin
she’d escape the hell he’d made her, filled with violence and sin

her eyes cold windows to her heart, devoid of such emotion
a stranger to a reckless love of honest plain devotion
her body bears the evidence, her mind is crystal clear
forget about the hatred and keep close what you hold dear
while repulsion made her weary, she stood still and bit her tongue
no longer wept for what once was, the man who made her strong.
Beautiful boy
Fairytale frog
Stupid girl
Like a loyal dog

A magic gem
that lost it's shine
It ceased to sparkle
When you weren't mine

A secret place
Too long lost
Heart of gold
Bitten by frost

A special love
that's disappeared
Now there's just me,
And hate, and fear

The star that shot
Left me here alone
With nothing else to do
But make my way home
My mother washed potatoes
one by one while my father
went carousing with his
favorite gun; I dragged sticks
through dusty gravel while
I watched it all unravel,
wondering what to make of
such an ugly thing as love.
Happy Mother's Day?
 Jun 2013 Lacey Danielle
akr
The legs are two folded petals
tucked supplely under the weight of your torso.

The arms are a cloak thrown over the thighs;
hands are the frayed ends, fingers the wands.

The head nods at the end of its stalk
from day to day, toppled;
often forgetting it is attached.

Shooting up through you sits "The idea."
It balances over top the body and head like an egg.

The heart is gunfire,
semi-automatic.
Your hidden heart stands above the rest,
gnarled and crimsoning the strands.

It has grown into all parts of you,
and all your parts have inscribed into it
the memory of percussion.

— The End —