[ Caution ]
[ Fragile ]
Our legs tangle together beneath tables.
Our smiles complete each other.
Your eyes are crystal blue.
Mine are a crimson red.
You reach over and caress my hand.
It feels good when you rub my knuckles.
You place a kiss.
It feels good.
I love when you hold my waist.
We ballroom dance in the small kitchen space.
You rest your head on my thighs.
It feels nice.
You pull open my skin to look at my heart.
Your mouth gapes open.
Are you surprised to see it shattered apart?
It wasn't my choice, however.
not at all.
You hold red glass, cutting your skin.
Hurriedly you try to put them together.
I've been hurt before.
What's a little more?
Two pieces connect at the hip.
You smile through bloodied hands.
The pieces shiver in your touch.
You caress them with such compassion.
but in a good way.
Slowly but surely, the pieces stick together.
A glass heart, torn at the seems.
You place it back, and stitch me up.
You smile at me, though your hands are scratched.
I kiss your wounds.
You cry for me.
I never believed in true love.
But this time, I'll give it a shot.
look at me center stage
send your brain to sleep
if you can't, or won't
this is going to look a lot like satire
but picture me here
with yourself in the audience
you've seen my name on the internet
you've probably seen it on facebook
maybe you've heard of my movies
let's see if you can name five
isn't it funny that i'm being conceited
isn't it funny that i'm not like other women?
let's see if you can name five
maybe you've heard of feminism
if you hate it, i hate you, if you love it,
i reinvented it in a co-opted form
so please, don't forget to thank me
but seriously, though, just kidding
there's some real acting, here
i'm acting like i give one slimy fuck about you
and your plebeian existence
i'm acting like i give a single, genuine fucking
thought or care
to your meaningless, peasant
life, but i've never thought of you once, at all, .
you think it matters once your
stank cash and card swipe become my available
balance? i drive a tesla, ffs
i've heard the word philanthropy, it's meaning
is a mystery, or is it? fuck
you, thanks for the view, but this is my business
Enslaved within a world of privilege.
Born into a caste of rawhide bone reconstruction.
Forced to dance for others enjoyment.
Persuaded to serve as not to feel the aching belly of a starving cell.
Languages spoken by the host, which to me seem only foreign.
Tempted by lust withheld for my master exposed.
Chaotic fantasies of a family within the ranks.
By serving you I found my freedom.
So I had something written down but then I completely erased it. It felt as if I wasn't saying much.
So I'll try this. In a relationship people always have this objective of trying to save someone. I don't know if that makes sense. But someone is always trying to be your hero. Like they feel that they have the power to make you feel safe yet be able to take that away from you. Because without a hero like maybe Superman or Spiderman where would the city be right?
But I think differently. Getting to know you made me realise something. I wanted to be my own hero so that I can be the best girlfriend ever. I wanted to be my batman so that I can protect you, my Gotham city.
But as time moved on. You opened wounded layers of me and you still are opening them. And you're by my side helping me close them. And then I thought to myself. Wow this girl is amazing.
She's not the typical I want to be your hero person any random person meets.
You showed me something about a relationship. It's not about being your own hero but that does play an important role. It's about finding someone who connects with you. It's about finding someone who's willing to help you with your journey. About finding someone who's helping save you. Someone who's by your side.
Like a sidekick. Most people think less of them. But look at Batman. He has Robin. And without him Gotham isn't safe.
Look at the Avengers as weird as it seems they have more than one person helping each other out.
Or even Spider-Man. He has his own guys with the help of Shield.
I'm getting to my point don't worry.
See the problem of having to be your own hero is that we have cracks that we can not get closure or get them filled alone. And for that we ignore them. And these cracks just keep on getting worse until we are at a point whereby we don't know. Literally we don't.
For example one of my cracks I have is my lack of confidence.
On my own. I would have probably ignored it or come up with a situation whereby I just need to lose more weight. I'd probably be anorexic by now.
But because I have someone like you. I'm finding ways of trying to appreciate myself. Because I'm a beautiful person. I'm a good kid. My baby says so and it's true.
You help me help myself be better. You're by my side as I try to save and find myself.
Which is something I want to do for you
It's something I'm going to do for you. I want to be your sidekick. Your Robin.
Opening up is hard. I know and I understand. I care so very deeply for you baby. Shucks I'm madly in love with you
I want what's best for you. I want you to have the most amazing life ever. I want your heart and mind free from everything that torments you.
But what I do not want to do is force you ever.
I will never get impatient with you. And even if you push me away. I'll stay right here and keep it solid.
Each time you're sad. I'll type the longest message ever. Especially if I can't get to you immediately
I love you. I really do
And I'm here. To talk or not, I know that sometimes we just need to be there for one another and not talk. Just for us to embrace each others presence and I'll be there for that
I'm your Reastar
Your best friend
The innoncence is dying inside of me
With every exposure to evil tearing it out
No purpose in sewing these wounds
It's universally seen as normal
To lose an optimistic outlook
After this year it'll be completely vanished
I'll share the same laughter
But it will never reverberate again
Not after my innocence comes to an end
Why does everyone say
That pain is a negative emotion?
I could not find a more positive one,
Anywhere I look.
Pain makes us see new colors
That never existed before.
Pain shows us words
That we couldn't speak before.
Pain guides my hand,
As I paint what I feel.
Pain makes my works of art masterpieces.
Pain builds a platinum wall around me,
And covers my heart with stone.
It exposes me till there is nothing left to show
Except my nobly bones.
It shows the world
The truest form of me.
Say what you will,
Try to move on as much as you want.
At the end of the day, you can be sure,
That pain will be
Your best enemy.
I fear that I am too much
That no one could ever see it all
That even I could not comprehend me
I have always been too easily
I fear that I am too honest
I tell when asked and
I answer all questions fully
When things need not be
I fear that I am too tough
I am not feminine enough
Violence is always an option
Words do not hurt me
I fear that I am too independent
I cannot help the way I was raised
In the middle of five children
I was surrounded yet
I fear that I am not capable of love
That all of these might hinder
Any progress before it has begun
That it might be lost, drowned within
I fear that I am too much to be loved
by the pram
sheds when I
she was flushed
what is up?
I asked her
I've just seen
a man in
Jail park who
showed me his
as I walked
bed and I
what to do
is he still
there? I asked
I don't know
let's go see
I told her
I'm not sure
I want to
go back there
I'm with you
go back there
she was pale
I've seen his
he'll soon run
when I come
and tell him
I'll cut off
his darn dick
what would Gran
say if she
heard those words
I won't tell
if you don't
I tell her
now let's go
so she comes
with me though
the Square and
into the Park
but the man
but he was
head of poor
of him in
used to have
she told me.