Maybe somedays i sit and cry alone Maybe somedays i run around and try Not to be alone Maybe i am something which people call mystery Maybe i am a ***** with a long history Maybe i am just a confused soul who doesn’t want to get f*cked up
Maybe someday I’ll learn to be soft Maybe something like a walnut?
If I am writing about you now, then you have stolen from me something as precious as the gem I was named for-- my voice.
Though, I'm afraid our encounters were never quite as cinematic as Disney's animation-- no tantalizing mist of green shrouding our figures, no sweet harmony evaporating from a frightened, rouged mouth in wisps of golden light, and absolutely no happily ever afters.
See, you've always had a catty flair for stepping all over me like a Just Dance Mat-- yes, I'm quite familiar with the way you toy with others, myself included; and the **** has never defeated the Game Master.
Call a ***** a *****; I know very well that I can't change you or what you did me.
I can't undo the hurt.
But I can reclaim my voice.
Through poetry, I will say all the things I wish I had the courage to say to you way back when in response to your cruel fuckery.
I will expose you for what you truly are-- a petty, self-righteous sea (witch) *****.
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Filing errands makes you drowsy and nautious. The tube dampens your senses. The highrises make you feel down. Your values are re-prioritised. You become the binmen’s *****, but all is not charred. You have the chance to remember before, and you grasp redemption as sand now sifts through your fingertips. The stars awaken the you beneath the superficial. The water nourishes your ignored thirstiness for passion.
Written while spending time in Mexico. I had just finished my first term of university and despite all the fun I had had, I was depressed. Away from evweything, Mexico gave me the chance to work on myself and recover.
I will accept this loss As I know it will bring Prosperity in the future. For I am a queen in training, And I know what is best for My kingdom. If that means losing you, And hurting for a little while, I'll take that on a silver platter. I've gone through worse things, And I've learned how to Pick myself up out of the Rubble of these castle walls. I've rebuilt every part of It with my own two hands. So when you try to break me down, Remember that I am a future queen. I can't be torn down anymore. Nothing you can do Can hurt me. I am untouchable.
When I tell my friend you have a Resting ***** Face. What I mean to say is your face is your bulletproof vest that these one shot guys are scared to shoot their shot at. What I mean is I don't have to worry about you being caught in the teeth of some sharply dressed shark who is looking for his next meal. What I mean is the guys who are scared to break their streaks with girls they meet in a snap will rethink their next words before asking you to chat. I don't tell you have resting ***** face to bring you down a peg. I tell you this because the next wood block boy who tries to talk to you see's what I see. A intelligent young lady who won't be swept away by good looks and false momentum. A brick wall screen stopping any defender whose chasing down her future. I know if I see you with any proposition like guy I don't have to be on auto correct or grammar check him, because if he's made it this far then he saw the beauty that’s underneath your skin and your Resting ***** Face.