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Long live obsessed with kept secrets
I’ll find them in men of all kinds
Daisies wash away
One by one I call out the ones who double dealed, fake, and flaked
I’m just looking for absolution
Mother Earth once my friend
At the twelfth strike my world crashes down
Speak of love
Yet your eyes double cross
My love has shown me firsthand infidelity
Tell me about falseness
Once you eat your own words
Runaway, look away in hard times
There must be more? Cause enough is not enough
Teach me, better yet model me, then cheat me
I’m wondering, Who are you?
You share my DNA, but I don’t know you
You think of me as cold that’s only half the path
Feel the distance
Know it’s your result of mistrust
Those tears say and say
The body holds the source
No blanks anymore
Don’t mistake when I say
I know your long lost kept secret
Only a child used so carelessly
All the years of loneliness and void
Blame **** them and forgive
Please daisies castaway the deception
Clarity swimming in remission
Long before I drown in the many retributions.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
How are you?
How you been?
But tell me
Please, why do you have to fill the space?
With your voice
Are you scared?
So, tell me now
Do you really care?
All these feelings boiling up to the surface
So, all I say is: I've been better.
Cause that's all I can say.
I'm trying to be authentic to myself
Sorry I'm not sorry it makes you feel uncomfortable
Hopefully, it's too much for you
So conversations end here
Or you say blah blah “everything will be alright.”
It's not that simple.
But now I know
If I don't want to speak
I'll simply say: I've been better.

And if you are smart enough
It ends there.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
Walls cover my heart
Walls shove me apart
Speak in honor
Just a girl who is letting go

So nice, so nice
You seem so nice
Once nice, once nice
They seem like lies
So, I guess I'm not that nice
Sit at tables of high opinions and high voices
I just want to runway
They all seem so nice
Not at all superior

I'm just my father's daughter
He showed me how to stand my ground
Well, I guess we aren't that nice
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
Sometimes I feel empty
Sometimes I feel brand new
I'm looking for advice
But I go off to space
I cut you off
With times and dates
My apologies
But I got a lot to say
**** listening
I'm going down
Down the rabbit hole
Where ptsd lives
Breathe in scares
All along my back
Crying massage beds
Greeting my pain
For all the things
You never said
No amount of words will spare my shame
And now I look a head for good things
Knowing there will always be bumps along the way.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
Enjoy it while it lasts
All smiles
Ignorance lies underneath
Not my best
Jealousy gets me
But I get by
And smile
Knowing your joy won't last
Chapter Two: Crying Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
Not proud to say
Just telling the truth
Accepting my flaw
Detached as hell
I'm like air
I could be hot
I could be cold
Think what you may
Maybe even shallow as hell
It will take you years to figure out
My life's mission
To find out why no touch
Ever keeps me warm.
Chapter One: Confessions Of Aggression
I've been waiting for you
You’re so **** beautiful
How you carry those things
Then get inside my brain
Pick it inside and out
Not only at night
Even in the day
You're so **** beautiful
With such an interesting mind
You're a masterpiece
So worth the time
Baby, when I look into your eyes
I know you're not perfect
And that's okay
You keep me dreaming
Thinking at night
You pull me close
Never leaving me at night
You read my body
You Know me well
I know you too
Body mind and soul
Chapter One: Confessions Of Aggression
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