Atrocities
These feelings that I've felt
Are not the kind that humans feel.
And most of these atrocities
Have spun me like a wheel.
I've lost hope for escaping
And can no longer see
How I've lived without these things
Burning inside of me.
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My heart was filled with sorrow,
With dreams of a tomorrow
Where I could find a decent life without a one to borrow
But I see that was no use
All it was was an excuse
An excuse to kill my fire
And to kill with great abuse
I longed for such a change
Although it may seem strange
To live a life I would not like
That would make me deranged.
And it seems out of the blue
That my wish indeed came true
And the jump to switch polarities
Brought forward to me you.
You helped me through confusion
The drama and the pain
But my views on every thing
I wished would've stayed the same.
I was no longer who I was only 4 months ago
Something else had moved in, and that something fought my ego.
I tried to not resent you
For everything you had
But my ego took control of me,
My ego paved the path.
I hurt you many times
In an attempt to ease my pain
But I've better learned myself now
And can say I'm not the same.
You pulled me through that wreckage
I can see that's true
But how you did so calmly
I have not a clue.
As days began to blur
From week to month to year
You raised the question deep within me
What was there to fear?
What had my ego fought against?
What exactly did it need?
These questions brought on problems
I knew I'd have to heave.
And I looked deep within myself
Meditated everyday,
And I can tell you now
There was a lot I had to say.
But I worked hard to fix this
Twas the least that I could do
For someone who's been through so much
(That someone being you,
But not just you, for me too,
This was what I wished to view.)
And I knew once I'd be set free
You'd still be next to me.
And right there it may have happened,
I'm not the quickest to take note
But I found the fear had been tranquilized
The stormy seas calmed 'round my boat
The emotion flooded forth...
"How disgusting."
And yet, a part of me thought up
With narry a reason to be seen
The question you brought up
That question you asked me.
Did I fear emotions?
Could this have been true?
These atrocities didn't hesitate
When I was with you.
I laid in bed for hours
Pondering this thought
And took me twice as long
To find this answer that I sought
"Tis not emotions that I fear
But how I would be viewed
These vulnerabilities inside
Leave me feeling nude."
I thought about this deeper
deeper, deeper still.
And came to a realization
I'm at the bottom of the hill.
I never made it up.
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What were these atrocities?
What did they want and need?
It seemed that with a lot of these
they preferred to feed
on happiness and laughter
on shyness and belief
on innocence and faith
and my heart worn upon my sleeve
It took a puff of courage
that laid dormant in me
and left me in euphoria
why couldn't I have seen?
The voices pouring in my head
that told me what to do
I did not question all that much
until I realized
it was you.
You are my voice.
You are my reason.
You are the beckoning of each season.
No.
This was not normal.
I knew that for sure.
But the atrocities within
Were atrocities no more
They brought awareness deep within
And taught me many things
The voices bubbling in my head
Were ones that gave me wings
I revealed to you this nervously
A fear strung upon my spine
Would you take this badly?
Would you no longer be mine?
But you looked at me so stunned
that I expected to be shunned.
You looked frantically around
For source of any sound
And whispered in my ear
Something that you, too, had found.
"I have those voices too!
The same ones that you do!"
It seemed I could not move
Could what you say be true?
But that would make us two
That's different: me and you.