|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Excusses...When and if you pour your heart out to me,
Use this glass and let me be.
For you see I am a pessimist, no matter how much you gush and flow I will always see you as half empty so you know.
In reality I am the one to blame,
And always try to extinguish this passions flame.
It's not my fault you see,
That you wear your feelings upon your sleeve.
I will play a blinds man's bluff,
With your emotions, until you cry that is enough!
As you leave and your back is turned
I shall reach out for you and long for what I yearned
The Identity of my tormentorEach day is started with me pleading for your mercy, but none is ever given.
The torment is never ceasing, and your inflictions seem endless.
I have hated you so long that I cannot even remember when you first came into my life.
You weaken me to the point that the simplest of tasks is a triumph of will.
I feel no other choice but to embrace you, to hold it closer to me.
Bend to your demands, and as you try to complete your mission shall I give you a name,
You have taken my heart, and my body, you have beaten me and bruised me far too many times to count.
But for all you have taken and all that I have given you shall never have my soul!
And though my burden is not always be as heavy as yours, nor my wounds possibly not cut as deep.
This is my Pain, and is the only thing that I can ever truly call my own
I am a broken moon...I am just a broken moon,
I only shine with a poor reflection of light.
You are a damaged moth who wants to be a butterfly,
blind to the beauty of your gossamer wings.
I am drawn to you, because I have never seen anything more graceful!
You are attracted to my light as you have never seen the brilliance of the sun!
Together we will dance with our imperfections across the night sky.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
Keep in Touch!