I am, a survivor. Cringing at the idea of your touch yet impatiently awaiting the warmth of your company. When you enter my realm I feel violated, stripped of my dignity and violently raped. Survivor.. In this case, why do I always invite you in you ask? What will it take for me to drop my guard and allow your true colors to paint the edges of my soul? I’m surviving. She who laughs last laughs best and.. I must say your sense of humor intertwines with mine. Surviving.. Over time I’ve learned that everything that glitters ain’t gold. Yet still, I take every step across the rainbow with hopes of stumbling across that pot of gold the saying promised me. Survival of the fittest.. Equipped with state of the art armor. Delicately crafted from every single piece of my past that’s inflicted pain upon my existence. If what don’t kill you makes you stronger then at this point, I really need nothing more than my stress ridden smile and my ten toes down. Chin up, chest out Survivor. My daily mantra as I prepare to take on your manipulative ways Forcing me to experience euphoric feelings to mask your ulterior motives.. #poetryisnotdead #neitherami #spilledink #offdays #whosyourdaddy #poetsofinstagram #poetry #mindelevation https://www.instagram.com/p/ByS9ntCj8ZNrhDA6ms442GTTmf7J4vRh5ivqt00/?igshid=gfi8cj45fzq7