i’m tired of always being the strong one some days i just need to let my shields down just for a time so i can exhale again maybe then i can remember when you used to keep me safe from harm until that night you left before the dawn after telling me you’d be there when i’d wake only you weren’t and so here i wait being the strong one all by myself out of control, out of my depth losing count of the days since you left with my heart in your hand, my soul is bereft
all i have left is the memory of you your voice, your words pulling me through every line perfectly crafted, well thought out filled with love and kindness, without a doubt reminding me to be strong, because there’s no other way to make it through each challenging day and face the world with my head held high wondering no more the reasons why you had to leave the way you did until the day you return to me, your dreams fulfilled your hand on my heart again, feeling each heartbeat let me close my eyes now, time to go back to sleep
You are very beautiful to me,
even with the imperfections that you see.
The too-wide eyes, that loping smile,
the way you wear your hair, your very own style.
Don’t listen to what others tell you,
nor pay attention to what they say you should do,
that each line upon your skin a mark of future correction.
Don’t they know that underneath it all, you’re perfection?
A nip here, a tuck there –
beauty at a price, everywhere,
but beneath all that is just decay.
Is that really the game you want to play?
So smile that smile and be brave
Become that peaceful soul you crave.
For you’re perfect just the way you are,
beautiful beneath every wrinkle, every scar
Dry your eyes, stop wishing to become
like everyone else, empty as a deafening drum.
Stop changing yourself to fit into what you think is true,
strive to be at peace with your soul – just…just be you
And as you look at yourself – so beautiful, so free,
unencumbered by what the world defines as pretty,
though acceptance can be the most difficult thing, it can be done.
It’s a hard road, I know – it’s why I’m still undone.
“…as I do not believe in afterlife, I realize the gift artists make to the world is a selfless one ultimately, and that the knowledge that it may survive the self must be due to a belief in immortality. Or can one really work fo those one will never see? Do I ever think of those who will read me after my death?”
it was never about the sex. it was always about connection. it was never about the way you moved (well, maybe a little) it was more than a simple distraction and as long as you’re willing to keep on going then i’m game, too for as long as this connections holds, baby it’ll always be with you
is there a secret to falling in love or is being in lust with you so much easier on the heart that i should refrain from letting my mind tell me to stop and just go for the ride and fall and drown, and like a magic trick, appear unbruised, like new?
you are my muse and that is the truth, at least for now, pulling me from the depths of despair i find myself in somehow preferring the comfort of the darkness when there is so much light out there until your smile, your eyes, your voice prove the perfect snare
so keep me under your spell for as long as you truly can dance with me to the tune of my wildness. be my hero, be my man and i’ll write you until my tears run out and i’ll need to cut open a vein and let my fears and dreams and love spill out, and all that my heart cannot contain.
she found herself in opposition to her heart who wanted only him and no one else even as her mind rebelled and said, please take care, for if all he wants is sex now, what else is next? submission, surrender, and so much more… hush, she said, for he is my cure.
Note from Liz: So ends the Poem-a-Day challenge I gave myself for March 2021. I hope you enjoyed them!
know my name though i go by many know it anyway for it’s the only way i know you see me and see that beyond the masks i wear to protect my heart, only you know what lies inside wishing it’ll remain unhurt until the game we play finally runs its course and i’ll be left with nothing but bitter remorse
i rushed in
too fast and too soon
to check the room.
was i wanted?
could i stay?
do you think me weird
for the things i say?
awkward, that’s me
although that’s the way
i’ve always been
too quick to jump in
too fast to trust
when will i ever learn
that some things,
i woke up to a beautiful sight today, your face veiled in the dawning light before losing myself in your warm embrace remembering the words you said last night
we’ve come a long way, you and me with each passing day building up to the next secrets told and dreams shared yet everything about us is so complex
but for simplicity’s sake, tell me again how i touch you and i’ll whisper the ways you continue to change my world how you remind me i’m worthy in so many ways for with every word spoken or unspoken, my heart learns