I heard the devil today,
He said "la la la",
Demonic distortion

My toes tethered to the turf,
To the sound


Today I saw a woman
and her daughter
Next to a stream,
where the younger played


Today I heard a rooster,
Fear forcing him to scream,
In defense of his territory


He's a fool .

You own nothing,
Then you die.

Oh man.
I was so young.
Almost too young
to experience any of this.
Where do I begin?

You were just a stranger,
a disgusting, vile human being.
You stole me away.
How was I supposed to know it was wrong?
Rubbing and touching. I hate you.

You left me alone, confused,
unaffected. Who even were you?
How curious that this would happen
to little old me. But it was my fault.
So I pulled on my little shirt and jeans, and left.

Then everything was calm.
I forgot about it,
because I could,
and I can.
I refuse to ever be broken by you.

But it started again.
I was older, but still young.
You were charming, exciting, caring.
Then your hand started coming down
on my tear streaked face.

I was out of line, wasn't I?
That's why I would accidentally fall down
your basement stairs. Or fall on the vase
I so carelessly knocked over.
Those cuts on my back? My fault.

My emotions died down the day you
decided to leave. Another state, a happy me.
I forgot about you, the scars disappeared
along with the scraps of my innocence.
I was changed.

After all of my waiting,
there you were with open arms.
I knew you were the right choice.
You planted soft kisses on every
sore spot on my body, and made me feel.

I loved every part of you, and I still do.
From the scar on your chin,
to the scars on your wrists.
I loved how every touch from you
was like a hit of ecstasy.

But all things must come to an end.
I got that call that you would never
be you again. A simple handful of
your lovely pills. It was my fault.
Because it's always my fault.

My knight in shining armor came to save me.
But he had some baggage,
some very important baggage.
His 'good friends' took me away,
and made a fool out of me.

I fought, and screamed no, no, no.
They could hear me, through every second
of every minute they were using me,
touching me,
taking me away. It's okay, it was my fault.

It happened once,
twice,
three times. Separate.
I forgot about every single one.
I'll always forget and continue on, by myself.

It took a while,
but I finally realize why I am the way I am.
The empathetic young girl who's mentally
too old for her own good.
She's seen too much, been through too much.

She'll always blame herself for it,
it's in her nature,
she hates conflict.
And all she wants is stability,
someone to sweep her away, and make her feel safe.

Which she hasn't felt in years.

My father was carved from a mountain,
his features were etched from the stone,
but like all mountains my father will crumble,
he was in need of an heir to his throne.
My brother was forged of hot iron,
no straighter a path could he walk,
he draws all his strength from the mountain,
his veins run deep through the rock.
My brother was grown in the forest,
so vivid, alive and in sync,
he draws all his strength from the ocean,
his roots thrive on the water they drink.
My mother was born of the ocean,
like a flower she bloomed from the sea,
but when the tide overcame the mountain,
all that remained on the shore was me.
I was born of my father and mother,
I crawled from the ocean and stone,
and when my father finally crumbles,
his two heirs will inherit his throne.
I will travel to nations of bloodshed,
I will not let my death go to waste,
I will lay down my life in the desert,
to keep my fathers throne safe.

You're aching.
Don't tell me you aren't-
We've spent too much time together
For you to try to deceive me.

Just when you'd decided
To let me free,
You brought me back because
You couldn't let me go.

Yet,

I know it's her you're dying to see.
I know that the time we've spent together
Is nothing now that you remember
Her, and forget me.

How is it that I feel this way?
My once cold heart, now thawed-
I'm forever changed, and I've changed you.
But now? Your fickle heart betrays us both.

Just recently you told me
That you'd die for me gladly.
How I wish you would have said
You'd live for me instead.

I know you broke millions of hearts
Before you met me, and changed.
But you've thrown that in the dust-
My heart lies in fragments once more.