#embracement
I have scars
I have scars on my soul
I have scars
I have scars on my arms
I have scars
I have scars all over my body
I have scars, that's why I am how I am
So please, accept me.
Accept me, embrace me, love me.
Because that's what I need,
I don't need rejection.
You'll just make more scars.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
Happpiness what do you taste like?
Are you the sweet taste of cloudy cotton candy on my tongue
Or the warm coffee I drink in the morning?
Happiness what color are you?
Are you the yellow color of sunshine beaming in the morning
Or the calming ocean blue?
Happiness what do you sound like?
Are you the soothing voice that says I love you
Or the laughter that vibrates my ear drum?
Happiness what do you feel like?
Are you embracement in her hug
Or the feel of the way that this pen feels as I let it craft and stroke my emotions into lines?
Happiness are you the vibrant energy of her presence?
Because my senses are numb to you
and all I sense is the abyss,
while warm tears trail down my cheeks
and I feel nothing.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC
“I can’t b r e a t h e. You’re trying to sheathe me from the world. But I just want to scream and flee. I want to leave, I want to escape. I don’t want to be bounded, I don’t want to be caged. But your muscles are possessive, hands like shackles and ribs encasing and engaging. Your scent clings to my finger and your embracement breaks my bones. Your words make decisions for me, exerting boundaries onto me. You’re stifling my breath and suffocating me. You want my blood to move at your accord. But I am drowning, choking and gasping. You’re pushing me away by entitling me. Your possessiveness knows no limits as you become invasive. You say it’s just because you love me, that you would go beyond any limit; but it’s obsessive. I feel like I am on a leash. I am no longer my own person, but a puppet to my master. A land to your dominian.”
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
Talking to you
when I felt weird,
makes me feel insane and crazy.
Talking to you
when I am sad
makes me feel I am sensitive and emotional.
You made me feel all this in the worst of ways,
because I met someone who,
when I was crazy, was crazy with me.
When I was sad, they understood me.
In their acceptance I found who I was
and embraced myself for who I am.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
If only you
would reach for me
you the sky
I the tree
we are all reaching
for something
touching you
touching me.
May 23, 2024
May 23, 2024 at 8:59 AM UTC