Nothing brings me pleasure
Any more
Not even my dreams
This emptiness
Is punishment for everything Suzanne-a
the shadow side of me–has ever done.
And infact the only thing that makes it so unbearable is all of the true pain, and the true memories, and the true love that I felt, and that I miss, and that I lost.
You. – I feel like a Princess without her crown.
By giving all my life to people who weren't me. And to parts of me that were illusionary and in pieces, I have only given to myself in matters of validation. Validation that there is more. Validation that I am still there. And I have heard me. And I remember. I know.
I think I am still here.
Nothing brings me pleasure.
Without you.
I am no longer hiding.
I would not notice if my bones were on fire.
Or if my heart froze like a glacier.
I gave it my all.
I have no possessive attitudes, I gave them all away.
What is left is hatred. And that does me little good. Like a bit of oil in the bottom of a tin can.
But part of me wishes..
Like a shooting star..
Hidden and quick like off and close in the sky…
I wish someone would touch me with thier skin.
Take the oil and touch me. Light me for there is sun under your fingers. Anyone who loves me could do it.
But only some can actually light me.
Light me without my permission.
Light me with my permission.
And I can already, almost feel your hands, slowly sliding, over my skin.
As if you arent even touching me. I am feeling your spirit.
That is what I need.
Get rid of this fire that is left.
Let your love
cool
- me off like no one
has
Ever done before!
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