I hate limits
I hate walls
I hate the way
Some friendships fall
I hate goodbyes
I hate pain
I hate the end
Of things so great
I hate perceptions
I hate distrust
I hate maybes
becoming musts
I hate baggage
I hate scars
I hate distance
It's just too far
I hate arguments
I hate ends
I hate the thought
Of losing friends
I hate that this
Is not the first time
That I have had to break
Apart things in my life
But I can love
And I can explain
And I can repair
And I can abstain
And I can fight bitterness
I can fight tears
I can fight the regurgitating
Pain from the years
I can love harder
I can dig deep
I can turn off my phone
When I go to sleep
July 25, 2016
July 21, 2016
A Man
I know a man
He thinks he is not kind
I think he is not soft
But his values are firm
I know a man
He thinks he is not caring
I think he is not meek
But his character is strong
I know a man
He thinks he is inattentive
I think he is not vocal
But he hears those without voices
And the truth is
He is not soft
He is not meek
He is not vocal
But he is a man
A man worth knowing
July 11, 2016
Scarred
I feel like if you stripped me down
And looked beneath my skin somehow
You'd see the scars that I've sustained
Across the years, across the pain
The curves that biting words tore off
A deep tear here from heart too soft
The lines from stabs into my back
My thighs sliced up from self attack
None of these are physical wounds
But scars run deep into my bones
Moments, words, betrayal, pain
Inside my mind the scars are plain
But if you could raise the scars within
Up to the surface of my skin
And followed all the bends and lines
A pattern would form before your eyes
Intricate, beautiful designs drawn in
To the very fabric of my skin
Like henna drawn onto a bride
I carry all my scars with pride
I roll up my sleeves to show the world
That scars from when I was just a girl
Have drawn me up to who I am
A beautiful, confident, strong woman
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