Poem I wrote tell me if it's good or not
Aftermath
I jump alot
When cabinets slam close
Or u touch me from behind
even when I see u coming
But some times that's the problem
Expecting
Expecting for any thing negative to happen
To know there's no light on the other side
to know every thing is illusion
but knowing anything is possible
Hollow shells
Beautiful
Unique
Different
But not all hold a perl inside
Some are empty
Some can be filled
Hard to love
self
Self is to my self but shared with others constantly
Constantly having to look at my self with hate making my skin crawl
Disgusted
That's how they make me feel
how I make me feel
That's how I chose to feel
Right?
Beauty
is a gift not a lottery
Beauty
is within the eyes of the beholder they say
Funny
I can find every little speck of a thing else beautiful but not any in me
Ha
A sense of humor
U use my dismay
My Daily mayhem a comedy hour
Ridiculous
how cruel humor is in pain
But ignorance
to blind to see it is real
Disbelief of reality
Pity on my soul
So I had to learn
Hardship is not always in the work ethics
But the hard work after the destruction
Trauma is not always repeated
Ur not always stuck u just don't want to move
Being comfortable is not safe
Time is always of the essence
Living is not always a given/blessing
Love is taught not always
When u give u can always take
Takers are worst off then givers
But taking get u ahead
(Optional) in life
Love can make or destroy u
U don't make the rules
U don't make ur own destiny everything is set up for all turns u make in life
Everything has a consequence
But even with all my armored Pieces my soft heart don't tell anyone but
I want to learn I want to live through a different love so maybe a unexpected high five won't make me flinch or slow words don't make me feel dumb or when u play fight me I don't think u want to harm me
To know Looking at me won't make u feel icky
To stop scrubbing my body non
Stop clean and in a hot bath to burn the touch of him off me
The aftermath of me will linger every where in love ones every move and with every great sorrow many will make great achievements
I'm learning to forgive in time but hoping I forget first why I'm here in this earth I don't know but one day the math will add up after I'm gone❤️
- [ plush]
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