Hold me with pride.
Keep me with passion.
There's no need to cry,
But I'm not leaving in any ordinary fashion.

Release me with sorrow.
Allow me to be who I am.
I might see you tomorrow,
But if you're not okay with it, I am.

My hands got tired of holding on.
My nails ripped through your flesh.
You can go listen to a sad song
Because I sacrificed it all to hang on.

You possess nothing, but beauty.
You possess nothing, but love.
You have everything, but self love.

You receive endless praise, but still you don't believe.
You are the definition of purity, but still you keep your inaccurate opinion.
You get all the credit in the world, but still you don't accept who you really are.

You are you - not the you that you define yourself as, but the one that you really are.

A glimmer,
A glimmer of something.

Obscured vision,
Justified by your intensity.

Your light,
Piercing the darkness.

Man made objects
Try to cause you to waver,
But nothing can stop you from the favour.

Similar objects
Cannot compare,
Nothing out there is anywhere as fair.

Should you die - the glimmer would too...
Then I would not know how to find my way out of the darkness that I have consumed.

You make me want to cover myself,
hide myself,
abuse myself.

All that you can see are my eyes;
Looking out for where you are,
Hoping that you'd stop.

You make me want to give you a blank canvas,
so that you can paint me in the way you want me to be - I want to live to be myself, you can live with your own version of me.

You've used me
and now my love for you feels second hand,
just like the way you've treated me as your only other option.

phases hitting me like
statements
shooting me like
words
eroding me like
acid
pouring onto my soul like
oil
drenching my heart like
blood
being accepted like
love
being trusted like
loyalty

Feelings have power.
Enough to ****** hearts,
Enough to break you apart.

Feelings create love.
Enough to pollute your soul,
Enough to cause the death of you as a whole.

Feelings form cliffs.
Enough to surround you with holes,
Enough to cause you to fall.

For the wrong person.

I offer myself as bait to those who eat souls for breakfast.

I offer myself as a toy to those who want to kick me.

I offer my soul to those who need new soles on their shoes because my soul is the most immune to physical abuse, with a soft heart acting as a comfortable cushion to stomp on.