Shouting With certainty Into an echoing cavern Speaking With profundity Into the depths of emptiness Watching your words Spill over the canvas Like oil paint onto the floor What door May open To introduce my hands to The familiar hands of tacit love?
A small string of memory a connection to the soul still pulls at my heart
With each year that passes it recedes and reclaims space in my mind like the rise and fall of the tide
She left me to drown herself in tragedy and the tears of her childhood looking for more of what broke her
We would've been a beautiful struggle a dysfunction to last a lifetime ironically I write about longing for what broke me.
We are the same
Some come to your life and make a spot that seems their were designed for, an other half of yourself lost and found... bit then they break you apart to leave you in that half for their own selfishness and dysfunction. Why do we still want more even after all they did and all you've done.
You call me selfish, ungrateful and mean. Are you looking at me? Do you see me? or do you see a reflection of you? I am not perfect nor do I care to be. You, who want me to bend and give to accommodate you are the selfish one. Manipulation at its best and it used to work on me mold mold myself to what he or she wants make them happy don't upset anyone. See me, choose me, don't leave me. I am not that naive anymore I am on to you I see the lies. Say it again, and look in the mirror Selfish, do you see it in your eyes ungrateful, do you see it in your eyes mean, do you see it in your eyes Your name-calling is a reflection of you not me I do not own your perspective. I will survive it all.