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Originally Posted by Med
it's f****** forbidden. Discretion required.
The background music is powerful.
Looking forward to new poems.
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Fuck my xanga. Like I ever say anything worthwhile anyway.
I'm too fucking lazy to turn these words into a poem or two so enjoy them, just as words and thoughts. The beginning of a poem that will never be written.
Troubled
Say you know a troubled child when you see one. Say I'm fucked up and wrong. I'm sick, you say. It only hurts because it's true. I've been lost and blind for so long. Angry and sorrowful, because happiness is just too fearsome. So lonely within myself until you manage to open me again.
Yet I can not shake the terriable image from my head. The one I trusted for so long... Atop you as you push and beg and scream for my help! It's so much easier, my love, to hate him than myself. If you don't allow it then I know not what to do. Because once again I was lost and scared.
Say you're ready to give up. And I stuggle to keep the tears from falling as you ask for your heart back. As I gently tug it from my chest I feel so alone and empty that I can no longer hold in my sobs. Don't feel bad for me, baby. I never asked for this pity. Though I don't know why, you place your heart in my hands and hold me till my cries subside.
Yet I can't shake the image from my heart. A life without your hand, your heartbeat, your breath, and your sweet voice. I was scared. Because I know I don't deserve it. I will work hard to be worthy of such a woman. Should I die trying, at least I have tried. Show me I don't have to be afraid anymore. Tell me everything will be alright. Let me breathe this fresh air with you by my side. I don't have to be afraid.