I’m staring at the mirror,
seeking all my faults.
Every single one MUST BE the reason your love haults.
my eyes, like wolves, sniffing out the lines
that form my scars,
the cells in my highway-veins flow quick like racing cars.
tears as rain fall onto the bathroom tiles
while my heart is cold and weary,
I’ve walked 1000 miles.

Stop
I am tired of it
I don't need reasons:
1, 2, 3
Let alone
7, 8, 9
Your bad behavior
is your bad behavior
No more rationalizing
**** your personality
if it's going to be like that
I am done
Own your faults
shut your mouth
and maybe, just maybe
Overcome them.

I know you are brave

I could write another boring story of her comprehensive beauty,
How all before her are brought to a pause,
But that's not the case or the truth

Truth is her beauty is finely balanced, To some she's ugly
She's not sweet tasting, but rather, strong and passionate

Words tempt my tongue, as hers are often crude and unnecessarily pointed
Her look, somewhat disguised, is not soft or subtle,
Her gait lacks elegance and fluidity

Her ideals, still orientating, while her desires begin to de-fuzz,
Her intellect steady, growing, but rusty in its current environment
Experience limited, yet pursuit of it growls, signifying a growing hunger

So womanly, so weak, so strong, such foolish bravery,
So much wrong, so little right,
Such an attraction I have never felt,
Such beauty I have never known

Nobody ever tells you what you need to know
about life and growing up.

Nobody ever tells you that you'll become the person
you never wanted to become,
that you'll become destructive from the inside out,
or that you may witness events which will cause you
to become emotionally numb.

Nobody ever tells you anything valuable,
that you're breakable and irreplaceable.

First get yourself burned,
Then you'll learn because remember:


Nobody
Ever
Tells
You.

It’s brave to acknowledge the faults
Standing naked, without the armor
Behind which the fears hid
Unsheathed swords ready to strike
Everyone around wants to avenge
Cloaked with the veil of vulnerability
Cornered and taken to trial
None, but you have faltered ever
From the trials and tribulations
Emerges a strong soul
Which had the gumption to acknowledge
The faults that one may succumb to
Yet, the bravest cannot concede
It takes a valiant heart
To be not scared to acknowledge
And emerge a winner

People look for differences that aren't really differences; rather distractions, from the truth.

We are all created; equally capable of Love and Hate. Preference or variety aren't means for discrimination, they are means for development and understanding.

If it were up to some people; every rose would be red, and only grow the way they want them to grow; any other color would be killed and treated like a ****.

If they ony knew what they were missing...