Darling Darling You are not okay Your eyes are wet And your wrists are stained Darling Darling You are not alone These thoughts are not yours You don't have to go home Darling Darling You can run away Not to danger But a place to stay Darling Darling Don't you see You don't need to go You're safe here with me Darling Darling Don't you say it We won't be better off We won't celebrate it Darling Darling Don't you cry I know it's hard So just close your eyes Darling Darling I'm right here now I will love you I think I know how Darling Darling You're alright Look at you Living another night Darling Darling You're not dead I'm so proud Now rest your head Darling Darling Look at the time You're fast asleep And you'll be just fine Darling Darling I wish you'd see I love you Just as you love me
What if I was to tell you nobody's really real; Not the Barber, Not the postman, Just you and me, Floating in space on the spinning rock called earth. And if I was to tell you, Darling, that they were all inside our minds, Would you take my side and face it all, just us?
Darling, Dear darling, what if I was to tell you that the animals are none aswell; Flicker in, flicker out, they're fading away, The image is weakening. Darling, I fear soon it will just be me and you, trapped in our minds, side by side, floating in Space on a spinning rock called Earth.
Darling, dear darling, What If I was to tell you that the trees are dimming too? We're losing them, the pines, the oak, the cedar; They were never real either. All inside our minds... But it's okay now, it's alright little darling; We'll face the world hand in hand, floating in Space on a spinning rock called Earth.
Darling, last night, when I looked upon your shadow, It flickered unsuspectingly. Now, darling, dear darling, Isn't that absurd?
Darling. Dear, dear darling.
Now, what If I was to tell you that you've lied to me along? What If I now said that you were a part of it all, aswell? What If I pronounced that perhaps it's just been me, Floating all alone on in Space on a spinning rock called Earth. Dear, you're flickering out. You're fading. You're leaving, to somewhere; to the place where the things that don't exist go.
Darling I write to talk to myself as a self reflection for the affirmation to have a bit more clarity for the stagnant jeopardy I get myself stuck in
Darling I write these poems as love letters like an omen for my eyes to remind myself I'll always have me and only me
Darling there aint ever gonna be a darling that will stay forever because everyone hears stories and they dont neccessarily want to bother
Darling you can be amazing and beautiful and talented but only you'll know where you've landed and where you're landing and where you're standing
Darling it may be a ditch of depressions or an anxiety suppression making you always feel caged by somethin and there's no sight of the way in
Darling you love quiet drives on an empty highway with someone by your side, soft music playing in the background, your lover breathing away your sighs but everyone likes that until the dreaded realization
Darling you can paint skies and broken lies and make broken ties into beautiful dyes on a blank canvas, paint your dreams, your real emotions people will stare and say amazing but they wont stay for the ending
Darling you can tell all your sad stories, words, artwork. But in the end you will care for yourself more than others will, because for them there's a bill at the end from consequences that depends some will deal some wont there's no real winning cards dont hope for a support just dont
Darling your heart has been broken by the world, told there's and entity up there that cares for your soul until you grow and you learn and all you can do is survive what's the worth of their oath just to have a good last goodbye
Darling you only have yourself, there is no one else No guy with twinkling eyes or parents with truly loving goodbyes no guidelines to survive your loneliness no way to tell if you'll die from this lie of a world you find your own worth you are your own earth you love your own birth
Darling, you are in the masks I wear I wear to hide myself Darling, you are in the songs I sing I sing when I'm alone Darling, you are my skipped heart beat I beat the ground in anguish Darling, you are the kettle drum The kettle on the stove
Darling, you are the seat filler But I can't look away just yet Darling, you were just a corner figure But now you're always in my head Darling, you're never bright or loud But now your voice is like cold thunder Darling, I hate to say it but If you're the sea, then pull me under
Darling, I was alone until now Now I finally understand Darling, I've been pushed away I've pushed myself as well Darling, of all the times I've cried for love Love's never cried back to me Darling, you're right, and I hate to say it But I've pulled you under, for I'm the sea
Darling, I've heard my heart beat A million times before Darling, I've heard the birds sing A million times before Darling, I felt the warm breeze A million times before But you are new and you are welcome Welcomed like you've never been before
Darling, I wish your face would turn My face to turn as well Darling, if you do not love me Then love is like a jail cell Darling, if we occur At all like I have written Darling, I'll welcome you to me But first welcome me to heaven
My heart is under a pile My heart is a pile On top of my heart there is a gun The same gun I wanted to use to **** myself The gun of redemption On top of that there lies boulders Boulders with names upon them Lust Death Revenge Jealousy These boulders protect me at the core Wrapped around the boulders is a mirror To show lies To hide the truth To protect my heart from hungry eyes Strewn around the boulders Lie bullets Millions of bullets upon bullet there is a name I have not found my name yet but time runs out Around the bullets there are chains Chaining my heart to ground so that it will never be swept away So that even a tidal wave will not affect me Around that there are rags These rags stink They arex ***** They are disgusting And finally around that is my heart My fake heart The one I show a girl whom does not love me This is the heart everyone sees This is my protecting heart
Please darling go to my heart For me please darling Go to the fake one and see through it Remove it darling Then after that look at my rags And use them to clean your tears And clean my rags And fold them up and pack them away Then my darling the chains are there They are strong No person has broken them Please be stronger than the chains my darling Break them and fix me Break them and sweep me off my feet Then my darling I will kiss you and care for you My darling please do not stop Go to the bullets and find mine Put it in your pocket and never lose it Then my darling look in the Mirror And use it to see beauty in me Please my darling tell me I am beautiful Please My darling Then roll the boulders away Show me Show me you are willing to work for me and my heart Then my darling take the gun and load it Load it with the bullet you found then Shoot yourself in the leg Make me a part of you My darling Do this and I will love you My darling please be my darling
People alwayd depict a girl being saved but men only seem like they are fine
darling, i wish you hadn't lied when you said you loved me darling, i wish you hadn't broken all your promises darling, i wish you loved me the way i love you darling, i wish you'd considered my feelings darling, i wish you didn't make me so sad darling, i wish we could've lasted longer darling, i wish you cared more about me darling, i wish i didnt love you so much darling, i wish we were something again darling, i wish i made you happy enough darling, i wish you didn't like someone else darling, i wish we could have been even more darling, i wish you hadn't hurt me the way you did darling, i wish you'd been more careful with my heart darling, i wish we could have done everything we planned to
I am not in love with you The way you are with him I don't get butterflies And goosebumps on my skin I don't want to touch you I'm not haunted by the might-have-beens But darling, oh my darling, I love you
I don't want to share our beds In dark hotels at night I just want to watch the stars And hold you oh so tight I don't want to kiss you I just want to give you my whole life And darling, oh my darling I love you
I love how your lashes sweep Over your sleepy eyes I just think you're more lovely Than all the sweeping skies You don't have to love me I just wish there was a compromise *** darling, oh my darling I love you
I love you as I love myself And often even more If I am every ocean wave, Then you must be the shore There's something in your eyes I just love the way I am done for And darling, oh my darling, I love you
My best friend, I adore you And yet, you adore him He is the lover of your life And I am just a friend I don't want you to leave him I just want you to let me in *** darling, oh my darling, I love you
And when one day you remember The days when we were forever Darling, oh my darling, I'll still love you
Darling if you love me You have to be brave Darling if you love me Don't let go of my hand Darling if your love me Hold your head high Darling if you love me Don't you forget Darling if you love me Don't ever leave Darling if you love me Kiss me sweetly Darling if you love me Tell me you need me Darling if you love me Say so now Darling if you love me Let the wind knock us down Darling if you love me Lay in the cold snow Darling if you love me Let everything else go Darling if you love me Tell me what I need to know Darling if you love me Don't you ever ever go
Harmonic strums of an old guitar Endless interpretation nights My Darling, My Darling, looming far Flashbacks; reminiscent timely old sights
Darling, darling, may you sing along? Sadly, just the the same old song the gloomy melody heard much before the same expression you once wore
A past buried deep underground Trained fiercely not to make a sound But Darling, darling, those cuts are much deeper Than my broken wings, or your shattered mirror
So here I am, trying to kneel Pretending as if you can’t feel Continue lurking in our past mistakes Darling, darling, how long will it take?
So I'll keep pretending and apprehending, my emotions that “don’t exist” While you keep lying, I’m complying, dragging my feet in this supossable “bliss” So please, this once, just grant me my release Darling, darling, return me my peace
wake up peaannuuuttttt !!!!! ♥ ♥ I miss you a lootttt !!! Aaaaa lloootttt !!!! Thinking of you lots !!!! I love youuu ssoo ssooo mucchhh!!! God bless our love.. I cherish you a lot !!!!! A looottt!!! I am patiently waiting for you!! I love youuuu mmmoosstt!!! Mmmeee mmmoosssttt!!
Funny how guys take girls and make use of one out of many of their talents, gifts and uses. Darling come near I see your hurt let me carry some of your bruises.
I understand you just want love and daddy wasn't there so you're stuck running after the wrong dudes. Darling come near let me help and have some of your wounds.
Why you catching feelings? He doesn't care if you're breathing, probably doesn't even remember your name. Darling come near I'll comfort you in your pain.
You and him had *** but to him, you were nothing more than a toy that he could play. Darling come near I'll do whatever I can to help you make that memory go away.
He treated you to dinner just so he could get your three deserts. Darling come near let me help remind you not all guys are perverts.
He took you to a movie just so later he could watch you get naked. Darling come near remember we all make mistakes we've hated.
Addicted he treated you like a cure to his *** addiction, but really your beauty and uniqueness is a drug. Darling come near I'll hold you or even just give you a hug.
For guys who have mistreated girls, you're all going below earth because you failed to see her worth, girls are all a blessing and you're all a curse, a real man can treat all woman right, whether she is or not Mrs right, don't judge, love and give hugs, stop thinking life's a game of hustle, you don't know their struggle.
He left you in fear. Darling come near.
We can talk and dry up your tears. You're all queens, you'll find someone who sees that sooner than the next few years.
He left you in fear. Darling come near.
He helped you just because he had an alternative motive, rode you're feelings like a wave in the oceans. Darling come near, I'll listen to you talk about your emotions.
He left you broken at the end. Darling come near, I can be a good friend.
When he calls me darling, his hand is holding mine. When he calls me darling, my anger lasts a short amount of time. When he calls me darling, all my sadness slips away,
Except when I realize he won't be mine, all of those things replay.
But when he calls me darling, I desire for just his touch. I desire for him to hold me, he does not have to say much. And when he calls me darling, the world is suddenly alright.
But when he calls me darling, I remember he isn't mine.
But it still means the whole world to me, and he still means a whole lot. because he was the first and only one to know me, with all my weaknesses or not. He recognized my strength, but caressed me for my weakness, He recognized my reality, its fatality and its craziness. He saw all the walls I had built up, and had painted to show how I felt. Except my side of the wall was real and the other side was not. I showed the whole world what I was capable of, What I was faking and breaking up. He recognized me for my flaws, and accepted me for all. He recognized all my mistakes and took me by the hand, and showed me this place. This place he was never capable of living in, but that he had shown to many.
He took me by the hand and said, "Darlin' here I am. And here is this place, you can live here if you want to, but not within my embrace. You must choose one or the other, eventually but not now. I will stay but only for a while, until you sleep safely in the clouds."
I chose not long ago, to give up and release them both. But he took me by my hand, and told me darling, you must go home. That place was meant to be the one thing that kept you going. I'm here only for the moment, and to keep your memories floating.
So go back, he cried, and be happy. Because I cannot give that to you. But I brought you here my darling, Let your sorrows wash away and disappear.
When he calls me darling, his hand is always in mine. And when he calls me darling, I am reminded of that time.
When the whole world had wanted him, but only was he mine.
Darling is it bad that I don't feel the sun anymore? I'm afraid I've broken myself again. Afraid that someday I'll lay down and feel the need not to push myself to wake up again. Darling is it bad that I don't see the stars in the sky anymore? The ones I use to lay in the grass and look up to. The ones I use to make the same wish on every night they somehow disappeared and I can't seem to remember that wish. Darling is it bad that sometimes I think the walls are screaming at me when I'm alone? I don't do all that well in the quiet green room I have when no one is home. Maybe that's why I found peace in a razor to block out the quiet Darling is it okay to stop and not think for awhile? Just lay in one spot and forget about it all? Darling can I stop and think about you for a while? I think your the only thing I like thinking about. Being okay for a little feels good. Feels like those walls can move and breathe around me. Darling I'm afraid I'm not good enough anymore. I can't fix myself like I have been trying too. It's hard putting the pieces back together when I can't find them. I would search my soul and my heart for these pieces that I lost but I get so tired, I gave up. Darling is it wrong that I want to be prefect? Prefect for you and myself so being alive doesn't have to be a chore anymore? Darling. Don't leave. I've already gaven up on myself that I can't have one more person write me off. Darling would you be mad at me if I leave? I would never leave you but if one day I disappear you can look up in the stars, that's were I'd be. I've always found peace in stars. Maybe I'll be one one day. Maybe one day you will be looking up at one and it will be me. Darling maybe you will remember the wish I always wished while looking up at me.
Ignorance can sometimes take over the population of our young people Like one time a girl asked me "How the hell does a girl get ***** when she's there too? How could she let that happen to herself?"
And I responded Darling it's not always so easy Some people like to think that if they were put in a position of **** That they would be able to push the guy off of them Punch him in the crotch But what if the man is stronger than you? Would you expect him to listen when you repeat
"No.. Stop" "No.. STOP" "NO STOP" Over and over again
But he will not listen He will instead ****** until there is nothing left of you to ****** at He will grab your arm Or pull your hair Until you no longer care Because this is the norm' for you now
What happens when your ****** is someone you know? Someone you love?
When you were younger an told tales of **** You imagined being grabbed by someone you don't know A complete stranger You imagined yourself screaming and hollering at the scene of the crime But people won't always hear your protests
Much love, Darling But no no love for me Darling
No love just *** on his end But you don't completely realize that's all it was until it IS the end
Oh, you want to be friends still? Why would someone ever want to be friends with a thief of virginity You took something all the screams in the world could never get back
You bottle it up for weeks Months Before you let someone know you tell your mother She says "Darling, Being a ****** is overrated"
She still loves you Doesn't judge you Dear God, Dear God How did you bless this Earth with such an angel? She stands on holy ground While your ****** is the constant flame that surrounds purgatory Literal Hell on Earth
Darling don't blame it on yourself Because no angel No angel Could ever be capable of committing a crime so hellish Your are an angel, Darling
Oh darling I am free Oh darling I am Croix Rey Finally I am out of hospital Despite my brothers still Being there Oh darling mighty me I get to be with my mummy and daddy Waiting to hopefully see My new brothers slowly following me Oh darling the only healthy one I remember my garbage bag pants Oh darling I am having fun Finally home with my parents Oh darling Out of hospital Oh darling let me pray For ezrah and daxon to come out soon Oh darling let them out Oh darling oh darling Pray for my brothers to be free Oh darling I am glad I am out Hopefully darling my brothers Follow soon
Darling, I'm afraid I've broken the coffee maker again. Darling, I'm afraid that all the orange bottles are empty again. Darling, I'm afraid that sometimes walls remind me of either the ones you threw me against or the ones I put up around my heart so that no one can love me ever again.
Darling, I'm afraid that I don't see stars in the sky anymore, just a lot of eyes staring down at me, scrutinizing me like interstellar councilmen, knowing about every disgusting thing that I have done when I thought it was just me and you and the peeling wallpaper.
Darling, I'm afraid that I am woven around your ribcage like the beads of a rosary are wrapped around the fingers of a sinner who has sold their soul to the devil for forgiveness from God one too many times.
Darling, I'm afraid I have to pause to talk about your fingers. I am not wrapped around just one, but all of them. I was hoping to bind you like a book so I could read you a little better, but I'm afraid I've just entangled myself in a giant mess and I'm afraid that you're a little too amused by my demise.
Darling, I'm afraid that guns shoot and so do stars, I'm afraid that wishbones break and so do bones, and I'm afraid that feathers float and so do bodies. Darling, I'm afraid that I'm sorry that I cannot fix you, because I don't think I can even fix myself.
"It doesn't have to be black or white, the gray area of us is most certainly comfortable why discuss details about our dark souls that anyone could runaway from, darling my darling you wouldn't like it if my demons come out to play so let us be where we are now with no tears or promises to keep, be your kind soul that makes me laugh when I'm about to shade a tear be the light in our forgotten space, be the star that we would run to when it's all cold and gloomy, darling my darling I crave you deeply and hopefully that wouldn't change, you wouldn't stay if you know that my naked corrupted soul you wouldn't want to take my hand and walk through hell, I'm not the kind to believe kind sweet words you see so darling my darling don't take a chance with me, stay in our gray area believe me it's better in between, I won't cry on your shoulders I won't tell you my deepest secrets I won't want anything less or more, don't wish for something that could **** you my darling oh my darling"
Do not be afraid, my darling I see you. I see your tattered spirit and stripped flesh wandering in darkness. Alas! we are kindred, you and I, for I too have been murdered. I have died a hundred times and I have lived a hundred and one We, who are dead but still breathing, are kindred. I have been poisoned by the nectar of lust. And this nectar was sweet and it was intoxicating and it was addictive and it was ******* lust. It was fed to me by a man posing as a god and he kept my goblet full and I was paralyzed. He was not a god nor a man. He was a snake, a false prophet. The nectar was venomous and my blood, my body, and mind were laced with paralytic venom I could not move and died waiting. Alas! We are kindred you and I. We who have died waiting and paralyzed. We who have been murdered by false prophets and snakes. We are kindred with Eve and the apples of Eden, we who are poisoned but still alive. In this paralytic state a surgeon came and he said unto me “I will let you be free” and he cut into me. He entered my chest so delicately and so eloquently he whispered to me “ Darling, if I cannot keep you I can’t let you be free.” He wanted a keepsake, a piece of my heart. Something which I would never just willingly part. He took a small piece though I screamed to his claim. This was not my love, just blood, muscle, and veins. Alas! We are kindred you and I. We who walk around with pieces that will never be found. We who have filled the empty cavity with other objects to replace what can never mended. Do not fear, my darling we are still pumping blood and we are still alive! An artistic healer found me wandering. He said unto me, “ My love, I see your rough edges and you are flawless to me with all your perfect imperfections.” I was his canvas that could be remade to what he wanted me to portray. He molded me, bent me, folded me, painted me. He chiseled away at places that were already weak places that were untouched by people like He. I was his muse which he misused, abused, and attempted to create and sculpt art, which I was, to his vision of what I should be. He coated me, plastered me, froze me in time but paper machete is fragile and I never asked to be molded or painted. Slowly I broke free from thee. Death by art was not meant for me Alas! My darling, do not be afraid. We are kindred you and I. I see you in all your molded glory upon the altar which he built to display a creation which he did not create. I am the one who chiseled at the cement and the plaster and the paper and the alter so that we can escape a different type of cage. I see you broken but uncaged. A builder of dreams approached me and he said unto me “ You are a rarity in a world full of mediocrity. A rare bird like you should not be caged.” He built me a castle made of sand and deafened me with promises which were lies. The tide rolled in and castles made of sand were taken back to sea and i was deaf and I could not hear the rumbling , the crumbling, the mumbling as it was all swept away. I was asphyxiated by the sand and sea of empty promises and lies and expectations that I found myself chocking on. Do not be afraid my darling. Alas! We are kindred you and I. We have swallowed and choked and inhaled the dirt which posed as sand. We who have been drowned in lies. We who have been buried and have touched the ocean floor at great depths have come back to the surface. Alas! We are still swimming. We are the ones who saw the shore and returned to land with our feet firmly planted on sinking sand and unsteady ground. Hush my darling, and do keep our secret safe. Hush and never let them know that we, who are dead but living, are the ones who created the shore. We have a multitude of little deaths. Deaths which showed us life, joy, and pain. Alas! My darling, we are kindred you and I. We are the masochists. We invite the murders in. We who see the axe in his hand as he knocks and yet we still allow the murderous aftermath to begin with no regard for the clean up. My darling, we take with us a piece of our killers as they have taken a keepsake from us. Alas! My darling we have taken we have learned we have observed we have seen their surgical precision as they have taken us apart. We have mended and stitched and sewn and glued and filled and repaired ourselves. Oh my darling do not fear for we who are still alive still fighting still breathing still living still pumping blood, we have taken their murderous intent. We who were victimized by batting eyes and lies that left bitterness as an aftertaste have have learned to lace honey with arsenic. We are kindred, you and I. We are different now. The stichting and filling and sewing and gluing has changed us. We are not afraid, my darlings. We see you. You who have caged and trampled and opened and taken and broken and killed are no longer feared. Be afraid my darlings. Alas! We see you.
I am a serial killer. I have ravaged empty vessels which once upon a time were filled with ideas of what could be. I am innocent! I slay the murderers who murdered me. Those who murdered we. I and we have perfected the craft which you, and you, and you, and you have used as weapons of mass distraction, mass destruction. I am the one who distracts and destroys. I have ingested sufficient venom to become arsenic laced honey. I have let a man drink from me ‘til he could drink no more. He drank himself to insanity. Oh dear! I fear I did not warn him of the venom that’s within. What once was just plain honey is now poisonous to him. I am a serial killer. The killer of cervical slayers. But again I am innocent! I once sheltered a wretch and he sought sanctuary inside of me. He never looked at my eyes. Only prayed at the church that he made betwixt my thighs. Oh dear! I fear I did not mention that this was not his church. It was my sanctuary which was now covered in his dirt. Death by exertion was his end. I let him die ******* but I did not let him win A tragic death for a stallion like he. Because I am small he underestimated me. Like Helen of Troy I brought destruction upon thee. I am a serial killer. The killer of psychological terrorizers and verbal mesmerizers. I have linguistically lobotomized men who thought they could philosophize the origin of I. I have sown the seeds of doubt within the halls of confidence which have lain within his mind. I have broken fortress walls that were built to withstand the wrath that fell upon ***** and Gomorrah. We have cut out the tongues of our verbal betrayers and left them befuddled in Babylon. Oh dear! I fear I forgot to mention that Freud is my Father and Jung is my uncle. Your mommy issues do nothing for me. I am not her! I am a child of psychology. Rationally you are weaker than me mentally. I am a serial killer. The killer of egotistical thrillers. I have paralyzed and anesthetized men who have been thrice the size of me. My scalpel is sharp and my steady hand cuts as deep as my verbal violations. This is my body. This is not your nation. My dissection was but a brief vacation to your annihilation. Your internal organs were similar to an egotistical colonoscopy. You thought your insides were different from me. You required proof that we were the same. I said “Let me cut first” and you did not complain. Oh dear! I fear I failed to mention I’m quite skilled and I have killed before, far better men and even their ******. I am a serial killer! A killer of killers! You are a cheap thrill as I reap and I sow. I plant the seeds that I know will not grow. You will stay frozen and will get old. I need not a keepsake. I own your soul.
We are naked. Our flesh is worn and our spirit torn. The garments which once kept us warm are now just eaten and tattered. We have silently walked and waited and paced ourselves and learned hatred. WE have come back home where board games and Barbies wait. I have broken all my favorite toys just like you and you and you and the horse you rode in on have taken all my simple joys. You have all taken away a piece of pink and replaced with a piece of grey. A piece which will never be the same. Oh Darling! Do not fear for me do not fear for we. We have become the porcelain women which watch and wait. Our pink colored kingdom shall never be invaded because here we are waiting. Not even shoots and ladders or even the Madd Hatter can lead you to green pastures. Oh my! You failed to notice the malicious twinkle in my eyes. I fear this was your fault for you created a steeple betwixt my thighs. Silly rabbit, we were never yours. I was always mine. This is not revenge. This is a warning before the rhyme.
i can not realize if i am dying, you may find me dramatic but i have a twisted obsession
sometimes it makes me want to run far and fast instead of having this trapped feeling in my chest causing me so much internal pain making me feel like its pain is mine its problems are mine since my problems are suddenly its now. i do not know how to help because everything i do to try to fix this makes things worse. i feel as though i do not deserve it because it gives me so many things that i can not give in return.
i am crumbling underneath this pressure to fix what is broken to fix it without wanting to change it because that is wrong.
when i try to reach out i am pulled back by such regret since it is so kind to me and it does everything it is supposed to and gives me so many things i do not deserve so why am i still sad.
darling i love you but i think that's my problem i love you but you are like a slow acting poison i love you but you are a ticking bomb strapped to me i love you but i do not believe in love i know you are killing me, but i love how you **** me. when i want to be alone, darling you miss me i can see from a distance i'm dying and i know you want to try to help it and i know that my better is your worse. darling we are a match we make a huge fire and we burn each other out faster.
you accept me for who i am even when i don't and when i want to change and improve upon myself you are the molasses stuck to my feet seeping into my skin leaving me still dreading who i am unsatisfied because i know i can fix my problem but you think i am lovely right now. i embrace change but darling you dread it.
this isn't me breaking up with you because you may never see this, darling this is me telling you that despite all this i'm still here because i'm still invested in every extending branch of your life darling this doesn't mean i won't go down swinging because i can fan our fire until we burn down forests and then some.
i am not always sad its just often often i'm sad often i feel little to nothing but you don't accept nothing you accept sad.
darling you warned me you told me that you would get boring and i couldn't believe you but these days it seems like you've told me everything and its all the same you try to help my problems all the same you answer trivial questions all the same i keep digging but i feel i'm at the core.
i'm the "right here right now" girl because there were girls before me and there will be girls after me and you may forget me and i may break your heart and you may act like its the end of the universe but it isn't and you'll move on. you aren't the "right here right now" boy you are the first and i don't want you to be my first mistake.
i wish we moved slower darling so i could get to know the real you before i volunteered for something i didn't understand.
darling this isn't goodbye because i'm at the core but ill keep digging i will sit through this until i can't, because i'm alive and i believe i can be happy with you, darling this is just the hurt written down so i could know when someone finally says goodbye when i found out that i'm dying.
You can do anything darling, if you accept yourself. Open your heart to possibilities And accept yourself. You can do anything darling, if you can accept yourself.
You can do anything darling, if you accept yourself. Open your eyes to the sky And accept yourself. You can do anything darling, if you can accept yourself.
You can do anything darling, if you accept yourself. So take a deep breath and wipe your tears away. And smile because you know everything will be okay, And accept yourself.
You can do anything darling, if you can accept yourself.
This is what's come of me trying to motivate myself... I was sitting in the dark narrating a story, a story that may have been about myself (but I'm not sure), in the company of a candle. I don't know how this word pattern came up... it just did.
Somewhere along the way of scrutiny and time I have been taught how to despise myself. Look pretty, darling, so that you can belong to someone someday Because that's what a woman really wants, right? Oh, sweetheart, look pretty but don't feel pretty Meet your skin and bones, hair and face With conceited egoistic chorus Sweetheart, self solicitude is a sin Knowing how to wear joy is nugatory If your body cannot wear that dress Darling, you're the type of woman people don't look at But they will stare at you if you don't follow their established echoic narcissistic accusations You should mistake eyes for hands Darling, why is your skin darker than an 'ideal’ for a woman Why are your hair shorter than your dignity Why are your thighs fatter than your brain Why is your bra strap showing Darling, why are you, you Darling, You are made up of metaphors. Darling, why is there a face on your pimples, don't let hormones fingerprint your face But don't worry we'll get it all fixed You haven't seen the actual you in years but Darling, It's not about you. Sweetheart put on some lipstick But not that red one, it's too pretty for you Put on some perfume But not a strong one, you don't want to attract attention Put on some eyeshadow But not that bright one, doesn't suit your skin tone Darling, Change this physicality Oh, and that one, too But don't you dare show yourself You don't want to insinuate the term beautiful in regards to A victim Or a snack Or A woman. Darling, how old will you have to be to realise You need a 40+ skin miracle cream and not a 30+ How old will you be till you look like a skeleton who pulled on some skin How old will you be Till you realise being a woman does not make you a man to be seen like a man is You, Are a woman. Because we are taught to live in a world where media pulls us out from the womb and and teaches us our first words Fair and lovely Fair and handsome Pinched pretty pinched pretty Female thin calm pretty Male manly bold pretty Darling, you Are not a constant You, are a variable But, darling, you are not looking for a casket of fortune You don't look for a diet to slim your passion down You don't look for a mirror to examine your dreams Darling You Are a thought You're an idea A proposition An abstraction Or maybe that's what everyone else is looking for.