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my face as a house
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Naked 23 – 13
my face as a house
hidden me
The truth was out long before I knew me Praised for invisibility Punished for sorting through Complicated feelings Rarely have good answers
And these are the things that made me What I am Not necessarily all that I am Who I am And want to be But relative truths are all that are taught From the blank slate of beginning existence And these grow deeper and deeper Into the soil of who we are Throughout all the ages We are all at once
So forgive me, but tripping over me Is all these feet have known Since memory serves Clearer times I used to dance, but I used to be A great many things I am not anymore
I never said I didn’t want it, I never said I wanted this, I so rarely said anything at all These words are fumbling thoughts Half milled in the fact We shut me down a long time ago So hinges are creaking And there’s not always the best of me But they told me to hide all of me I didn’t even know her I’m only now trying to catch up In this violent press of unfettered life
So forgive the cobwebs and the unpleasant places My knee jerk reaction is to hide all of me So please don’t mention that it’s not pretty I’m aware
I will apologize for existing When it’s not convenient And I will say I’m sorry for things that are not my fault Cause I’m always aware what was once taught And how difficult it is to work through it now And I will make myself smaller If you say anything about it Cause I’m trying but I always feel inadequate And attempts to fix it have hurt me deeper Prior attempts to open up have sent them packing And I’m still trying to figure it out And just what it means To own me
—blueprint poetry
You want me to be what you are ; I want to be what nobody wants me to be ,because that's actually me. Sorry I'm incompatible,unreliable,asocial,half-paranoid and catatonic with no sense of obsession above about you.
It's me being around me all the time : revolve around myself ,know myself, compatible with the way I actually live and do things with myself ; it's literally self assuring.
Self comparable ; oblivious of the unknown facts of living wealthy life.You hate me as if you're better than me ,not it's not you who hate me : I don't want you to like me (likeliness of being liked is degradative phenomenon).
Happy World Goth Day https://www.instagram.com/p/BxwK7_cJNji/?igshid=12bsfvpxxy1et
I lay curled at your side in our king size bed. My hot skin gently caressing yours with each breath that escapes me. I am silent, lost in my own desire. The desire to be caressed. To have your fingers through my hair and your body rubbing on mine. My instincts tell me to mark you as mine, extend my fangs and blush as my pelt covers my skin. Unfurl the ears hiding in my hair and let my tail grow. Show my true nature. The animal inside me that wishes to be free. But as I lay here listening to your breathing the reality settles over me. I settled for the safe life you offered. The sweet love you gave me drew me in. And then the cage snapped shut. The mundane settled in. You are not so fond of the wildness in my eyes, the wicked grin and the sin-dripped tongue. Not since the cage snapped. So I fight the creature inside, subduing her need and desire with words of comfort. She longs for the thrill of the chase, the fire in the fight, and the sweet victory of blood. But for now we must find comfort in the vanilla world we live. I bit back a whimper and drift to sleep.
My “feeling super lesbian” look tonight.