I remember him Perfectly. At times it feels like I was given a little demon I can't get rid of An anger constantly waiting for the right moment to burst A shame no one would have guessed lies behind the facade of my delightful smile A burning fire inside my heart that I both hate … Continue reading Under the Stairs
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The “Michael” Wound
Even if I forgive him And accept him for who he is He could never rise to his duty Because change is below him And he is who he is. "You can't miss what you never knew" Isn't always true Because when I look at other people I see the previews Of something beautiful I … Continue reading The “Michael” Wound
Under Revision
I hate myself. I have for a while. It's just now apparent to me. With one eye I glare inwardly with disgust And regret. While the other Gleams upon others with desire. I'm trying to kill Who I am And bring to life Who I am not. Because I Am not Enough. At least not … Continue reading Under Revision
My Necessary Detriment
There's something about weddings that equally fills my heart as well as hurts it. I've just attended three weddings in one month. I was ecstatic to have been able to be part of them all and to witness such an incredibly special day. I was part of something that brought people together. People. That's what … Continue reading My Necessary Detriment
What I Say
I need saving from myself. I am Complacent. And I hate it. "Then stop moaning about it and do something!" I say to myself. The two of us aren't very kind when we talk. "No shit dumbass, because you'll never motivate yourself unless someone's kicking your ass!" That's true I hate being pushed around. It … Continue reading What I Say
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