funny how
she didn't find anything wrong
until you told her
she needed to
are you happy now?
because she sits
by the reflection,
picks apart
the pieces
lets them fall,
lets them
reassemble
themselves
into a p uz z l e
that doesn't
recognize
itself
it doesn't look
quite like the
cover
of the box
are you happy now?
because instead
of configuring
her own ideas
she lets
yours fester in her mind.
she doesn't quite
know
what she used to
and
it's easier
to take the reins
from the hands
of someone
with a
l o o s e grip
are you happy now?
'cause 'what you
don't know
won't kill you.' and
youdon'tknow
That her mind
will shake your
memory.
She
will
take back
the chains that
you wrapped
around her wrists,
her ankles
and from them
she will meld
bars
gentle enough
to be ripped
apart
by grizzlies,
but strong enough
to keep out
your
ignorance.
you don't know
that you will no longer
dwell in
her heart
like you used to
when you used
her.
now it will pump
blood through her
veins
instead of lava
and
lies.
you
don't
know
that her eyes
will be set
on new horizons,
new suns rising that
she doesn't have to
wrestle
for recognition
that she can.
time and
time again
she can
sit among the stars
and never burn
you
don't
know
that those hands
of hers
have cosmic callouses,
chasm deep,
from tug-of-wars
with fate,
from holding up
torches
to the
y
k
s
but i think you know
that
heat rises and
if you're
levitating,
elevating,
you will
get
burned
so
think twice when
you
attempt
to ascend
higher, yet higher
above her.
think twice when
you answer me:
are you happy now?
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Today, Love: An Anthology of Self
Poetryit's easier to define certain mysteries by what they are not
