You were always my favorite
My preferred however
In a fabricated reality
We were never meant to touch
Tag: hurt
Control Me
I built an entire world
I placed a home for you to reside in
And for some reason you still envied
All prior lands I lent to others
You seemingly never realized
That the small patches of grass I grew
Were a precursor to the beautiful fields
I once wanted you to own
Assumptions
Lingering in silence
But you wish to be heard
Expecting the best
Without speaking a word
I cannot read your mind
Darling please help me learn
I may mirror your pain
But assumptions leave burns
Forgiveness
Truth be told
I could learnt to forgive you
But right now
I'm having too much fun
Letters To Him #3
I used to pity you, and all that you had gone through. Every action that had led to the scars on your heart, all the wrong you did not deserve. That is until I discovered the vengeance you seek in those you find unworthy. What defines worth, my dear? To you, the expectations on value and respect are never held to your own doing. So what defines worth? Innocent souls trip on mistakes in your path and you condemn them for life. What defines worth? You do realize that this pattern of defining another’s worth, to you, is a viscous cycle of revenge, right?
You will never find happiness and peace while battling a non-existent war. Look around, my dear, for you have wounded those around you who have had nothing but love for you. Hearts that have been misplaced due to your lack of empathy and self serving actions. I hope you finally get what you are looking for, however, I really hope you get what you deserve.
Glass Heart
My heart is made of glass
But has been stained
With all the colors of my love
I am fragile but hopeful
That one day someone will understand
The depth of this work of art
Enraged
I can feel the fire
As it rages up inside of me
It rises once again
Slowly forming who I’m meant to be
Tried to be too different
Tried too hard to never disagree
But you were never with it
Now my love comes with a pricey fee
You Own Me
Sometimes I feel I control my life
And sometimes I feel like I don’t
I had no say on the start of my time
That decision was never my own
And even though life is a gift to give
And I’m always in charge of the tone
I really don’t care what life I live
As long as it’s life in your home
The Best
A part of me
Fiends to be
The best at what I do
Including but
Not limited to:
- The best at loving you
Never Good Enough
I once was an open sky
But you complained of no domain
So I then became a storm
To which you scorned my heavy rains
I fell down into a pond
For you to find all but arcane
So I grew into a river
Hoping to flow into your veins
My current brought me far
But see by then it was too late
You seem to love the clouds
I guess my sky wasn’t that great
What's Mine Is Yours 