How can you love me but all you do is hurt me?
How can you care about me but hurt me easily?
Is it that easy to hurt someone you love?
Love and pain can't be in the same place,
If all you do is hurt me,
Then obviously you don't love me,
All I am to you is a possession.

The constant back and fourth,
The constant disrespect,
The constant insecurities says it all,
Stop trying to convince yourself,
Just face the truth and give up the lies.

and in the 12th my teacher grade tenderly grabbed my wrist
and said
what is this
and
I said
me
But
that was the wrong answer
he wanted me to say
my —-wrist
he wanted me to say my
MINE

He wanted me to take ownership
of my body
he wanted to acknowledge
Or
He wanted me to acknowledge
that I was
An inside
of a body
And
Not a body
He wanted
Me to think what I just
“mistakenly”
called “me” was just a vessel
To hold “me”
That is it was lent to me and would return
from whence it came
that I was barely or merely or some other kind of “erely” visiting
and
that me and mine were different when it came to body

Such a kindness and autono-motive restoration to remind a person that they are
More
That they are not their looks
or their actions
Or even potential ambulation
I know what he offered me was a kindness

I declined
I said no in my own way
If you’re wondering
What I said was “you are what you eat”

I still don’t know what I meant
If I meant

and I’ll ozymandius myself
If I claim to be more than this

I am crumbling, but I will stand tall on these broken feet

As soon as I can fix my posture

my life , my clothes
my love , my breads
my love life , my everyday living !

my all children , my life
my purpose , my love
my all purpose , my shortage

my everyday living , my challenges
my shortage , my strength
my clothes and my breads , my poems and my stories !

on the spot decision of mine weakens my strength to face my challenges
but there was this spot that i do not own
perhaps i could possess and make my children live their lives worthwhile !

I am not his
He does not own me
This isn’t just a phase
But I am his
For he has shown me
A path to clearer days

I think I will keep you
on a shelf,
bright among the books
and knickknacks
You sing a visual song,
a parrot's lament,
but you are too wild
to let loose

They autumn eye are
Watching us
Day and night
But know to
Protect us
But to possess one of us
When a person goes
Startgazing
At the beach
During the witching hour
She is confronted buy a horrible
Eye
Watching down on her
The
Autumn eye
They of Satan
Will she be possessed by the demons
Of the past