I am what I am.
The wavering question mark at the end of the nervous inquiry.
I am the final drops of dandelion wine that grace your monstrous lips as you scream at me for being empty.
I am the first drag of your cigarette as you blame the stars for your twisted fate.
I am the silence after the collision of your fist to my cheek, the stinging of my eyes and red stained skin promising not to fade until the morning after.
I am the sunflowers you left on her grave last winter, long forgotten by both you and time.
I am manic love and screaming intemperance.
The final burst of carelessness as you run to the cliff’s edge in an attempt to mimic Icarus.
I am the intrinsic bleeding of burning star-crossed losers.
I am a universe of exploding stars, unanswered questions, and questionable prayers.
I am the throw of a ticking clock at five am after hours of restless insomnia.
I am going 90 on the freeway at midnight with the music just as volatile.
I am the shudder of anticipation.
The relentless ache for more.
I am Jane Doe.
I am oblivion.
I am freedom.
I am what I am.
Feedback/criticism is always welcome.
Sugarcandy or a chilli flake
Either a sweet tooth or a burning ache
Lethal or way too safe
Either a tequila or a fresh water lake
A diamond or a snowflake
One meek other too brave
Rumi's words or Evanescence
It's birth and death at play
This is a misfit, incomplete attempt, just like an extreme.
This suffering has become too much for my mind and my body to handle.
I am angry with You because You broke me before I had a chance to grow. You were supposed to be the one person in the world who made me feel
cared for. You
manipulated me. You
used me. You
abused me. You
ruined me before I ever met those who crippled me. The worst part is that I will always love You more than anyone else in this world...and when You die I will feel forever empty.
I hate YOU because YOU knew that I was
younger and more
vulnerable and used that to
maim me. I can never enjoy my life again because of YOU. Every day of my life is
defiled by YOU in the same way YOU
tortured me in those three months. The worst part is that it has been five years and YOU are still happily living and breathing somewhere out there. I want YOU to die.
I am terrified of you because you hold all of the power and you do not and will not care about my life. You don't care if I die. You are
disgusting like Satan himself. You are
apathetic. The worst part is that I see you every day and I can never hide.
i love you, but you scare me. i shake when i think about giving all of myself to you. i am alone forever in my existential thoughts that you can never enter. your touch feels wonderful...so warm and comforting. if i let myself enjoy you...you precious soul...you'll just be ripped away from me like
thing. the worst part is that the only way to protect me is to not let myself believe you love me. please love me.
I am desperate. Clutching on for dear life to anyone and hugging until I turn blue. I am
crying. I am
struggling. The worst part is that nobody knows that I am a child who just wants a hand to hold.
Life is meaningless and horrible. I feel grimy and disgusting, twisting in and out of all of their scraping hands as I walk miserably
I'm dying. I mean it--I am dying.
Someone help me.
Someone touch me.
Someone care about me.
all I want is to be happy and safe
wishing for a break
from the hectic mania
that my mind projects
and the absolute havoc
the outside world reaps
Like all the time I expect today to be that day with my deep passion; knowing it may not be, actually cannot be...
Even if I feel cold in my bed extreme bitterly, I wish today be that day with my deep fictions and fantasies...
Even if I unterstand the man in my mirror is not looking the same now, I say today to be that day even I know I cannot change the creation...