You'd think I'd have more to say
2 years and I still find a way To bite my tongue and still feel numb But yet, I've become a pawn. I stuck myself to your word Like a struggling flightless bird And I make excuses for all my muses But maybe, I've broken a mirror. Maybe I've truly been cursed Then wouldn't it be worse? You've clung to me while I've tried to flee But I feel nothing but regret. You've always callsd me a nuisance And I still choke on your nooses Constantly on edge while you're by the ledge But you're living in your own shadow...
lose myself in you
i want to lose myself in you why would i want to live in my own mind when i fit perfectly inside you i don’t mind leaving it behind to satisfy and start new
Beauty, i've realized, is not confined to one singular moment
Nor one singular place. Not one precious moment in time but perhaps a web of them. It's intrinsic to nature. Confounded through and possibly limited by the dullness of people. We need too much. We desire emptily. We set definitions leaving little space for the outlier. But beauty, in its purest form, is the outlier--a great composition of them. For what we set our eyes forth to blatantly, routinely, and mundanely is often the most beautiful, masked by our innate desire for novelty.
I feel vulnerable
My heart won't calm down And it's the strongest part of me But it latches on too quickly So help me Satisfy me to linger
Living a life
When the voices in your head are a little louder than your own No one knows The things you have tell yourself everyday Staying strong Because you are expected to "Don't be a disappointment" Because it makes people upset "Fake it till you make it, it works." She told me And all I felt was sadness Because it dawned on me That everyone lives in fear Of being the 'let-down' And we all stopped caring For ourselves Because 'we' Are used To always Satisfy Another
That's why I want to be different.
I want to say, "**** it."
Would you like it if I cried?
Would that make it more real to you? Would you like it if I died? Would that make my feelings true? Would you make me go and hide? Would that finally impress you? Would you eat up all my pride? Would that satisfy you? That's how you'd like it. That's how you'd like it, isn't it? That's how I'd like it.
I'm like a piñata You have to hit me In the right spot, With enough force To be rewarded With my sweet
Some of us
are just a free meal to Curious brains Lustful eyes And Hungry egos Know your worth and become good appetizers to the ones who value you Like a feast from paradise