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"I don't know the first thing about love" I've never known love that wasn't obligated An " I love you" didn't cut my throat on its way out That didn't either send me spiraling into panic Or fleeing a million miles away from my own body Nothing but love that trapped and silenced and burned A love with wicked teeth and acid dripping from it's tongue That seared me to the core and decided even that was worthless "But they're family, you gotta love 'em, right?" Now you stand before me Saying you want nothing in exchange for your love Just to be here, together, But I can't Can't stay until those arms become a cage Can't wait for those hands to grab me when I run Can't let the honey dripping from your lips sour and burn Can't stand here smiling while I wait for the shoe to drop Can't wait for that 'nothing' to become 'something' to become 'everything' and I just become a 'thing' To you And maybe that's not what love is to you Maybe your love doesn't come with puppet strings or gleaming teeth that slice Maybe the mere thought of this definition of love Sends you reeling with anger and pity and revulsion at the injustice of it all Maybe it scares you Maybe it makes you rethink everything you've ever known About this wild, loud, joyous being you're staring down And maybe like I thought I'm both too much and not enough, broken and melted and rebuilt in a way That I don't know the first thing about love
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
Moving Mountains
Sometimes I think that I'm free That I've conquered the demons And am on to bigger and better Then something simple catches me off guard "Where are you going?" An innocent question from a  friend And it's fight or flight Those words drag me back, back, back And how dare I let such ordinary things get to me? Why can't I move on like everyone else clearly did?
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Whiplash
You tell me, "It doesn't have to be this way." But it's the only way I get through another day I'm a dreamer and a runaway You locked me in, told me to stay "Stay quiet, stay here, stay out of my way" I'm not a doll in your "happy family" play Ungag me cause I've got hell of a lot to say You should have left this dog sleeping where it lay Don't act like I'm the problem, dear Just because I can't survive living here
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
Stay?
Mother I cannot count on both of my hands The number of times that I came to you Asking for you to quiet my fears but instead you Stole my words Mother the number of tears I've cried Is most likely still less than The number of times I've come to you With a problem or a worry and you Made it about you But Mother I remember when I told you That I could not take this life any more And you told me it was just a phase And you left me to drown in the darkness Alone And Mother I recall clearly the day When Father threatened to turn me From house and home and you Just stood there By his side in silent agreement And I guess that's the day where The family house stopped being home And you stopped being Mom You might not have noticed it I've called you many versions of mom In varying languages Because you're still a mom But you're no longer mine God knows how I wish you were because I miss my Mom
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Mother pt. 3
You are strong, dearest love And you say you are better That those wounds do not hurt Any more But I hear the way your voice quakes When you say the word home And you are brave, soul of my soul When you bare your heart before men, Those who have silenced it all these long Years Because your wild, beautiful thoughts Tear you within until set free, voiced And I cry, too, beloved heart When you say that you love them Those that caged and beat you Nonetheless Because through blood and fire Family is still family
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
Better
Yes I am now free to become That beautiful, vibrant person With wide branches and a sturdy foundation I can express myself With gorgeous petals and soak in the sun But often in creating deeper roots I hit a rock And suddenly I am back in that tiny planter Crowded out and unable to find anywhere To spread my leaves or the smallest patch Of sunlight And I have to remember that I am now In a place that has no walls I'm outside And my roots are strong enough That over time They can break through rock That I don't always have to Tiptoe my way around those That hold me back That I can just Be
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
Growing Pains (Miss Planted part 2)
Mother I am sorry I know that you are weak That you aim to please and You aim for peace and harmony Within your household Mother I am sorry I know that you are frightened By things you do not know And so you cling to your Ignorance and hatred Mother I am sorry Too often you take offense For things that are not about you Because you do not understand Your children's hearts But mother I am not sorry For taking stand against Him who calls you wife When he hurts you, hurts us Because you should not allow it And mother I am not sorry For admitting who I am And who I have always been Even though I am broken And much too heavy to hold anymore
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
Mother pt2
I, a brave  and naive soul , Was born into this wicked world Wanting nothing more than   To become someone loved And someone necessary It didn't matter to whom Or by whom this may be And I soon learned that That someone might not be family Even though it broke me repeatedly I learned quickly About how my father Is the mighty hero of the story And I, as one of his lowly children The lecherous, lazy villain And my mother His naive yet lovely maiden Always quick to defend Him, not me, not us her brood Yet has the gall to say she is on my side And somehow I wonder How there is a part of me that still hopes Still dreams of great things Still reaches out in hope of more Still believes that I can be cherished How this villain can become someone's queen
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
This Quest is Not Over
Mother, I love you but I hate it when: You try to mend things as soon as they break Nothing can be wrong in your perfect kingdom Did you even consider that Humpty Dumpty Could not be fixed? That maybe, just maybe There was a reason he fell and a hug cannot Change the fact that you just told him you Hated him for loving the prince? Or maybe you say that you are on my side But the second the cavalry arrives You immediately rush to the king's aide And leave me with whiplash As you wipe the yolk from your hands "Oh my, what a terrible fall?" Who do you think gave the push?
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
Mother
I don't expect you to understand The need to go to extremes Just to feel alive, something Or the way her words take me From cloud nine to decimated I don't assume you'll know why I suffocate after being inside too long Yet I can't be tamed when outdoors Why I never raise my voice when we fight I just lose it instead I don't want you to fathom why I can't trust those I love anymore And my confidant is you alone Or if you get too close I run Why being alone is always better But if you'll listen you might start to
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
I don't expect you to understand
It's funny how when we are young We're taught to be honest Told that the truth is the best By adults who deal only in lies Because honestly they've learned To fear the truth And what do we get in return? Panic attacks from (just thinking about) how our parents will handle precious, treasured truths that we hold in our hearts and giddily whisper to each other in the dark with a sense of danger and adrenaline Yet we can't help but want to share them with each other, with adults, with the world (look how beautiful and new and vulnerable it is this truth that I've hidden in my heart) Because we were taught to be honest We long to be honest But are afraid our precious truths will be tainted By this society of lies Created by people who say they love us and want the best for us But if they really care that much Then why Why make it so painful to let you know What we want the most What we think is best To share with the people we love what we love
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
Honesty