I hate you!
If only you knew how much my heart beats for you!
You make me weak!
I’m so mesmerized by you that I can hardly speak.
You destroyed this!
No, it was my fearful heart that kept me from eternal bliss.
My eyesight is weak.
Littered with tears and scratches.
My heart is heavy, and tight.
Filled to the brim with spite.
My dreams didn’t come true.
The prince never came,
Instead of fair-game I became framed.
I was held back by choices.
I should’ve ignored those voices…
Honestly, the pills look inviting,
The black abyss seems a peaceful existence.
I should take my pleasure in the unknown void.
Isn’t that what we search for anyway? Peace and quiet?
Maybe I should skip to the end to avoid the constant pain,
Pay for the arraign I have surely obtained.
I’m hoping my intuition will tell me if I got it wrong or right.
My faith is broken.
My heart is hardened,
I find myself unable to pardon a soul for even the tiniest of sins.
I’m a hypocrite because I need my own wrongdoings wiped away.
“How ironic,” The devil whispers in my ear, pure amusement in his tone.
My thoughts are racing,
Time has me chasing,
Still, I sit here debasing myself.
All for you. What do you do?
Before I even come to,
You kiss me on the lips,
Barely even say adieu.
I hate you.
But then I smell your shampoo,
skin encased in bone and sinew.
And my love begins anew.
“A WOMAN WITHOUT A MAN IS LIKE A FISH WITHOUT A BICYCLE.” -Gloria Steinem
That’s what I feel,
When I see YOU.
This ill-conceived notion that,
I NEED a man,
I NEED leadership,
I NEED direction,
Is complete bull.
Help ME understand.
Help ME see.
Maybe I’m blind, and can’t understand the need.
I HEAR women changing their ways for men.
My EYES see a woman who gives up her morale for a man.
My BODY shakes with rage at what we WOMEN allow.
WHY IS THAT?
WHAT IS WRONG WITH US?
AND FOR WHAT PRICE?
WHEN IS ENOUGH, ENOUGH!
I never said I didn’t want a man.
I want one.
I’m like the rest of the female population who wants someone to hold me a night,
I’m with the rest of you who wants to feel incredible both inside and out.
I want someone to tell me it’s going to be all right and actually MEAN IT.
“So,” answers Nikki, “What’s the cost cross road demon?”
Laughing menacingly he answers, “Oh,let me enlighten you Nikki.
Loss of individual thoughts,
Loss of the correct speech,
Loss of common sense,
Loss of intelligence,
Then you can keep him!
“Uh,” replies Nikki, “Can I think on it?”
YOU HAVE NOTHING to offer me.
Because if you look here you see a woman.
But not just any woman,
A woman with a brain,
A woman who doesn’t think the same,
A woman completely unhinged,and untamed.
Where did we go?
How did we get lost?
Can we come back?