1. Examine me with curious eyes. Crave to sneak a look within, to see where the treasures lie.
2. Caress me with gentle fingers -- hold me in such a way that every touch lingers.
3. Open me, peer into my soul and study each aspect with care. Hold each one in the softest embrace no matter the fright or scare.
4. And this, I ask with all my heart -- love me, treasure me, and all my parts. For despite appearances, despite my walls, I am not Pandora's Box.
1/21/2021 Not my best work by any means. The meter changes every stanza and it doesn't flow together well at all. I had originally not intended for it to rhyme but I changed my mind at the last minute.
So scared to let anybody in You make it seem so easy to give in Feeding me things I have never received Makes me feel bad because I know it will hurt when I'll leave I'm sorry, but this is how it needs to be To stop things in advanced in case of another repeat Because I see the way you look at me And now I need to keep you far away from me
When I walked in I didn't know what to expect. Each room highlighted in light. A oral tradition. To make ourselves at home upon request. In reciprocation we do. The rooms we gather in, the ones we walk past. The objects we fill to take up space. The rooms a clear reflection of Spring. The molding painted white. I was told that some rooms are not to be visited. Everything has it's season and this isn't one of them. Placing blame on the rooms. I want to explore them most I said. The ones that go unseen. The things we rarely shine light to. The places films of dust continue to grow. These are some of the best places to go. The beauty of things we walk past day to day. The smile unknown destinations can bring. Cultivating the ideas we keep cluttered. Gasping for air. These are the rooms I want to explore most. The parts of you that you strictly keep to yourself. Only when you are comfortable to share these rooms with me. To kiss the floor with our feet. To dwell in the past staring into our future. We are the pendulums trapped inside the clock
Most times I don't introduce you to the me I'd like you to meet. Although it's anonymously unintended. I've revealed the second chance of myself being hurt spiritually. The experience of life. All the people who offer beautiful smiles. The recovering of a familiar face. The hello of an imperfect flame. Extinguished by the goodbye of loss. The smoke left forever to roam. Never to find it's place. It becomes habit, To keep distance. Constantly moving. Too scared to let someone new in. Soon as someone new approaches, The flame is extinguished & regret sets in. I close myself off and smother everything around. Wholeheartedly. Soon as you get close that's why I pack everything up & run. As much as you love my scent I am afraid that you'll use me until there is nothing left. That you'll blow out the spark to everything that I feel is real. Memories can be beautiful, And it is for that reason that I cannot allow you to get close. This fear the only comfort I feel is real
Open the floodgates You seem afraid to do so You seem to believe I'll be swept under And taken from you forever You said: "You already have enough to deal with" But, I doubt you've considered, That being locked out by you, Is the leading cause of my pain
Open the floodgates When I was left alone I uncovered my strength I learnt to get by on my own If your words cut deep If I must do so again I'll heal myself I'm not afraid to be pulled under Not anymore
Open the floodgates Though, your suffering may cause salt stains on my cheeks Though, how you see yourself may crack my heart in two Though, you may have sent others fleeing in fear Though, it seemed you were only truly cared for by a few I will not give in I'll stand tall I'll push through the currents You won't see me fall Unless I'm on my knees before you Until your walls have crumbled and your heart is within my reach I'll gather every ounce of strength In order to make it So I can pull all your broken pieces into my arms, Pour the contents of my heart and soul into them In an attempt to show I care In an attempt to show you I'll always be here
Open the floodgates, my love Look into my eyes as I swim through the force Simply to cradle you in my arms Know this, if I can't make it to the other side I will die trying I won't give up on you
|| Layers, || ||| layers, ||| |||| layers |||| To each person there are many I have mine: from the two-piece I always wear To the intangible levels that make me who I am And you have yours: from the one-piece cropped tops To the varied fronts you show to hide your vulnerability. With the help of your hands and charm, I unhesitatingly and slowly peeled off my layers To show you who I really am:
Genuine, unbroken, pure
You on the other hand, Your layers unraveled themselves Over the months Giving me a picture of who you are:
Bro//ken, afraid, [closed-off]
Not giving me a chance Only giving me excuses For why there can’t be more. The one layer you did not want to peel off Would reveal and open your heart I revealed mine, foolishly thinking you would do the same But you never did…
I think one of the biggest struggles about being on your own is realizing that you can't run from things anymore. No matter how small, if you put something out of your mind, it comes back and it really ***** because you're forced to face everything that you're afraid of and every emotion that you'd rather not have, all at the same time. Anything that you've shut out, everything that you regret, especially things you try to deny to yourself, you can't escape. I guess it's part of growing up but no one warns you about it and if you don't know how to handle it it's one of the hardest things.