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”
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loss, a chronicle
i watched as goodness died in my arms “i will save you. . .” his laughter was intermittent with dying heaves he knew what i did not i did not speak for days empty, my eyes blinked at a coffin tears could not fall sobs could not shake me i glimpsed the dark when iContinue reading “loss, a chronicle”
cleric
she remembers her first memories the warm hearth of a fire with kind eyes glowing down at her in the fire light the eyes of her mother the low rumbling hum of a man a distance away the hum of her father it was love, her first memory the next memory was fire but itContinue reading “cleric”
i will take what i want
i am tiredof giving and givingwith nothing in returnuntil my rage boils into somethingeven you won’t enjoy
i should have never met you
i don’t deserve to be loved i manipulate i rage i make others sad i make dramatics i mention things i should never i make others remember their own sins i make their hallucinate others i don’t deserve to be loved all i am is a curse
fury
the emotion that terrifies me the most is rage it consumes and devours me but i can never display it because it would terrify and those who already seen a glimpse of that all-encompassing rage know it is something terrible
encompass
rage is a funny thing some are able to channel it into bloody fists some spit it into words while seeing red while some cannot express from fear or shame it boils and consumes inside until a funny thing called rage becomes a beast all its own
a poet's confessional 