broken girl – a poet's confessional

escape

here, i shall decay with youbecause while i should leave, i don’t know if i can

a broken thing

as i predicted with no sibyl eyesit has come againi am sorryplease forgive mei am nothing but a broken thing, a rotyour forgiveness would be a mercyone that i do not deserve

i will regret this one, but for now it is my truth

i hate myself for relying on youi hate myself for thinking of you in too many momentswishing for things that are nothing but fantasyi am not a fool, a witless pitying thing, full of sorrows over something that has been written about for centuriesi do not wish to weep for this, to rage for this,Continue reading “i will regret this one, but for now it is my truth”

what i fear the most

somewhere i see someone with my eyes, yet not my owni see them with my wit, my wisdom, and strength, yet they have not methey are clean, free of burden and perfectwith none of the world’s stainthey are from a small part of me, but all their ownand they will love me, somehow, such anContinue reading “what i fear the most”

truth or lie?

throughout my life time i have become so good at lying to others, to my friends, my family, to myself that when i feel something i ask, “am i just lying?” lying to please and reassure others lying to make sure no one is concerned lying through smiling teeth because everyone else matters lying toContinue reading “truth or lie?”

hunger and hunger

i can never have enough an empty hole that can never be satisfied even when the sun is high and the time is many (it is especially consuming when the wind chills my bones and the time is short) i long for it, wish for it but never hold it close when i have itContinue reading “hunger and hunger”

odysseus in remembrance

when you say you are proud of me for certain thing that thing, that ugly, bloody thing that it is gone from me, rid from me, cleansed from me i sadly smile it is never gone, my love it comes on wings and gnashing sharp teeth when the tears run rivers down my face andContinue reading “odysseus in remembrance”

searching

someday i will have to cease my searchingeven after loss after losseven when i don’t know if i have the strength too

repulsive

i fool myself and others on how strong i am in the reality of warm tears and shuddering breaths i am weak and i am repulsed by this weakness while others may tell me that it is simply human, and normal i cannot stand to hear it because my coiled mind strikes at weakness evenContinue reading “repulsive”

time

as the time comes forth like a crashing wave i try to numb the pain in advance like an addict where i do not know what i am weeping at but i know it will come when they are gone when i am all alone when a mere memory or a voice is pure sufferingContinue reading “time”