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Nyaituga Nov 13
You ****** me up without even trying
Without lifting a finger, without a single clue

I wish that you had done so deliberately
You know, laid a trap or drawn your weapons
I wish I could accuse you of malice or contempt
At least, then, I could be angry
At least then, I'd cuss you out

But no, you were kind and you were caring
You were simple and you were sweet

Still, your smiles were daggers and your words were swords
Now, here I am, bloodied, bruised
And, here's the thing, I saw it coming
You, on the other hand, you didn't have a clue.
Jul 1 · 522
Boundaries
Nyaituga Jul 1
I don't think I have the tools to nurse your wounds and mend mine too.
Jun 21 · 303
Hair-tie
Nyaituga Jun 21
This one time, last winter, you borrowed my hair-tie
I'd like it back now
And hey, while you're at it, please return my heart as well?
Jun 5 · 207
Outside
Nyaituga Jun 5
There's a whole world waiting outside your head
And it's a beautiful place, open the door, have a look.
May 27 · 94
Force
Nyaituga May 27
Her heart is a force to be reckoned with
A stone cold fortress, weathered and worn
Behind the barricades, no one can touch her
No one can hurt her, no one can know her
Nothing gets in and nothing gets out
Her heart is a force to be reckoned with
Nyaituga May 19
Really, when you think about it... we're good friends, you and I.
You wrap your arms around my chest and cover my mind with barbed wire; you fill my hands with tremors, but we're friends, you and I.

Yes, your grip is tight - because you're trying to protect me. Your wires are a fortress, built to ward off the pain. And yes, there are tremors on each of my fingers - but that's because you're fighting to keep my foes at bay.

Thank you for the chest cramps and thank you for the barbed wire. Thank you for the tremors - you mean well and you're kind! I see what you're trying to do and I'm grateful, truly. Survival-mode is a gift and you give it to me daily. You know all the worst case scenarios, you recite them to keep me from harm. Your symphony of alarm bells is an ode to my safety. You fill my mind with flashing lights - and you do it out of love! You live to keep me alive. So thank you.

But friend, you can rest now. There's no danger here. I'm safe, we're safe, there's no need to fear. You can loosen up now, ease your grip, drop the wires. You can stop fighting now, rest a little, stop the tremors. We have an understanding, I hear you loud and clear. But it's ok now, we're ok now! Look, the King's here.
©  Nyaituga 2019
May 19 · 177
Dear Deconstructionists
Nyaituga May 19
You guys are doing great. You're brave enough to ask the questions that we never could. But I wonder, have you tugged at the strings just a little too hard, for a little too long? Everything's unravelling, now we're all tangled and torn. Hey, I wonder, could you tone it down just a little? Take a break? Give us a minute? I'm dizzy.
Nyaituga May 19
The sun weeps a little when you're away
The stars get kinda lonely
The clouds get kinda grey
I think it's cause they miss you
I do too
May 19 · 72
Dissonance
Nyaituga May 19
How I feel ≠ who I am.
Apr 28 · 67
Undone
Nyaituga Apr 28
You’re taking my tangles
One by one, knot by knot, thread by thread
And somehow, slowly, steady and sure
They’re coming undone in Your hands

I thought it would scare You
To see me so twisted
I thought it would scare You
To see me so torn

But You didn’t run and You didn’t hide
You’re still here and You’re still tender, faithful and kind

You’re taking my tangles
One by one, knot by knot, thread by thread
And somehow, slowly, steady and sure
They’re coming undone in Your hands


I’m coming undone in Your hands
Mar 14 · 246
Trophies
Nyaituga Mar 14
She wears her scars like trophies
She isn’t scared to say that she’s been to war
Mar 14 · 113
Not Afraid
Nyaituga Mar 14
She doesn’t fear the dawn
She doesn’t fear the thought of something new

Sink or swim, sink or swim
It’s all the same for the brave

Sink or swim, sink or swim
It’s all the same when you're not afriad
Aug 2018 · 878
Clown
Nyaituga Aug 2018
I play make believe so often and so well
That my own skin feels unfamiliar
This face is a stranger in the mirror
I know this mask better than the face I call my own
Aug 2018 · 164
Still Alive
Nyaituga Aug 2018
She dreams, as one who’s never failed before
She sings, without fear of scorn
She laughs, as though she’s never cried
After all, she's alive

As for us, we dream for we have faltered
Sing, in spite of scorn
Laugh, for we aren't stranger to tears
We are still alive

— The End —