when my own utterances beguile my own mind, She usurps.
fork-tongued and starry-eyed-
intuitive for all the wrong reasons-
She awakens for preservation, but stays for vengeance.
no one knows how to love Her,
and no one knows how to hate Her.
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Author:
Mercurial Voice (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2021 17:10
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about the worst version of myself.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Nicely written
ahhhh, thank you so much, Draven!
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