Not quite sure if I am as sincere
As you think I am when I embrace my weird
Lonesomeness affrights my inner child with a box cutter
An addictions manipulation with the sensation of a stomach flutter
Crimson on the bathroom floor
Placebos that put positive connotations to the word whore
I let a gun sleep on my arm to keep it far from my head
I refuse to associate myself with the dead
Some afraid to know them, I am afraid to become
You would never know for a view my battles as bothersome
Want a Goddess's beauty without the validation
I have that of their chaos a self-sabotaging patience
Familiars will pass on my story, but I will only tell it once
In ballads I felt brave enough to write when I was embraced by a drunk
I was never in my youth I was a pair of clothes
Kings tried to wash the stupid out of me at seven years old
Now I am in favor of odd numbers, they give me control
Three's written backwards show God even through the muckiness of mold
Hope into hornets residing in holes
I only let in the worthiest of souls
Do not let them take me, do not loosen your grip
I know it is a lot to ask for, I am aware that I am sick
I feel as if we are the result of a mistake
But there is some peculiar type of beauty pondering about existence while sipping on a milkshake
Love is genuine but I am aware that it is afraid
And my love is genuine, but it makes me insane
I want to make love without remembering who forced
To bring the solution to an upright eight of swords
I need you to put on a brave face when I introduce you to my ghosts
Even if they will never reveal themselves to you, let me wail on my own when I need it the most
I need you to find comfort in knowing my downfalls are nothing to do with you
To never cross the boundaries, I put between you and my moon
For she understands how she manipulates my moods
Not caring about what I am around or who
I need a soul that can rest on the same floor as mine
Not an unstoppable force just another person trying to survive
For we are entities that will one day surely die
Entities that will never let another's bad intentions take away the virtue of being alive
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Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
