The virgin that still cries for true love. The nomadic romantic with the broken heart adorned on her sleeve, who's only too afraid to let the world know of its presence, because she knows what it is like to bear your soul to the wrong people, at the wrong time, in the wrong manner, and only find fault in yourself because you knew if you would have only stayed hidden, no one would have ever known how to hurt you.
The dreamer who's not comfortable behind her own eyes, because all she sees is flaws, and the ugly imperfections that reality tends to reveal whenever a mirror is in front of her. The one with such a beautiful fake smile, who craves nothing but love but can never fully love herself because she knows just how ugly she can be, and that alone is what stops her from being whole.
The young queen who smiles, and graciously carries herself through every nightmare and adversity that attacks her every 24 hours. Little do they know, they have already lost, because no matter how torn, or damaged, or spliced a queen may be, a queen is, and always will remain untouchable, with enough power to trump their pathetic conspiracies with a simple wave of her perfectly French manicured hand.
The virgin will always be afraid to let someone in.
The nomadic romantic will always yearn to let someone in so she can share the world with them.
The dreamer will forever only ever dream of something so unrealistic, and unlikely, while
The Queen will remain steady, beautiful, powerful, and unmoved, as these few forces continue to contradict her inner character and actions.
Being these entities is never easy, but to honestly say if it's worth it? In about a year, when all of the cards fall into place, come back and ask them again.
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Opposing Forces
PoetryThe daily contradictions of a young woman. Open for interpretation.