Meeting you was my favorite crime;
Not all that I did was liked by my family
Every choice I made was in a bad loop
Of constant judgement to hide their own.
I wished to run away with you
Building the life we both deserve
No glances back to see if they'd
Look past the old hurtful norms.
Being with you was my favorite crime;
If begging proper care and understanding
Seemed to be a daily war I chose to lose
To protect my inner sanity over theirs.
What we had was far more important
Than satisfying some secret desires
None of which were to fit in the idea
Of love that could last many lifetimes.
Staying with you was my favorite crime;
Every slap of harsh words was indeed worth
The eternal joy we strive for against their ugly
Selfishness to feed my soul with terror.
We didn't have to re-build our devotion
As all we did was to serve one another
Breaking through the dark fear of loss
They had spent years to keep me in.
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A/N: I honestly don't know why these poems seem to jump out of me so fast while other, much simpler ones take me hours or weeks to finish. I know that some huge part of me is made for these like my brain can't handle the simplicity, but then again, it's wishful thinking and every writer or poet has their style or way of working through these writing walls. What works for me couldn't work for other writers and even if something does, the results are not the same. Writing about broken family vs love that lasts is my jam; I could write about it for fours using different scenes, the information I have had or inspirations from real life if I can. It's soothing as well. Helps to reflect and see sides I didn't before. In that sense, writing truly is a cause for my sadness but also the cure for it. It works both ways and I'm grateful for having it.
I hope you're not lonely during this Holiday; that you feel loved, seen and appreciated as you should and that something simple, such as snowfall, will bring a smile to your face! (:
With love,
M.
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PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
