Trying to push myself to stop and write whenever an idea strikes. Expect lots of entries like this.
When I catch a hair
With the roots still attached
I think idly of the tests we run
For every victim we see
I think that someone could use this
they could hold it against me and say
we can prove every smile you ever faked
pinpoint every time you fell in to and out of love
produce a highlight reel of your grandest mistakes
I think that maybe I am a wide open book
My spine is soft and I fall open at the seams
I think my walls are so easy to tear down
Like a kingdom under siege
Men on horses fill their pockets with my love
Stuff their faces with my secrets; cheeks full and sore
I think I am the butt of a joke
Of a lot of jokes about things people don't understand
The mean, quiet whispers that haunt you in the dark
I think that maybe I am going to change some day
I am going to change some things and it will change me
I will lift the mountains and move them
I will scoop the seas and turn the tides
I will gulp down the winds and unleash a storm one day
There will be a story, or a mural, or a glint in someone's eye
For me
You've endured more than any human should. You deserve to feel powerful and adamant that someday you will be somebody's everything. And you are right to expect that.
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