Every time I cry, I believe this is my last time.
The last time I'll waste my tears on something as meaningless as emotion.
Isn't that funny?! Emotion being meaningless, nonsense right. You know what I believe my problem is. I settle. I settle because it's easy, it's safe. I settle in so many areas of my life it's hard to even explain.
But more specifically I'll talk about relationships.
I leave the last relationship thinking, this time I will not settle. I deserve to be respected. I deserve someone who pulls out chairs; someone who brings me flowers; someone who accepts me for everything I am without trying to change me.
Some where along the line I lose sight of that. I always settle for at least he...
smt its ridiculous...RIGHT??!
A journey in the life of a 4'11" short poetic giant. My emotions, My life, My words. "I write for the same reason I breathe-because if I didn't, I would die. -Isaac Asimov
Showing posts with label hurt. Show all posts
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Saturday, March 22, 2008
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Sustenance for Death
to R.A.M
feelings devoured by you
less than a woman
slop me down like pigs do
tear me open
expose my faults
highlight my problems
mock my mistakes
give me another negative name
say you love me
but hide me in shame
love me just enough
to keep me coming back
love loss
blood lost
wounded
weak
slit my throat with your tongue
no confidence to speak
slice me
dice me
like a fruit
you need to survive
give me just the little
it takes to keep me alive
copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007
feelings devoured by you
less than a woman
slop me down like pigs do
tear me open
expose my faults
highlight my problems
mock my mistakes
give me another negative name
say you love me
but hide me in shame
love me just enough
to keep me coming back
love loss
blood lost
wounded
weak
slit my throat with your tongue
no confidence to speak
slice me
dice me
like a fruit
you need to survive
give me just the little
it takes to keep me alive
copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007
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