if I were a color,
I think I'd be blue.
not because I'm sad,
I think its a nice hue
than most others.
and if I were myself,
I think the world would end.
my reflection would kill me,
and disease would spread.
I'd lie in my empire of filth.
I'm not a poet,
not for long.
my life will be a shadow,
my eyes will sing a song,
and I'll abandon you
before you know it.
you could train this beast
and hold a girl who needs it,
but I'm a biter
and I will kill as I see fit.
to love me
is philanthropy,
and that's okay.
if you love me,
I'll be yours
for the rest of my days.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I often describe myself in my poetry as being a monster as well as highly sensitive and delicate. I don't really think I'm either, but that those thoughts have stemmed from my desire to be valued and cared for and my fear of the very thing. Men are also the focal point of most of my poetry, and I'm sure its not because of an absence of male figures in my life. I think I just want validation and to be seen as a more interesting person than I see myself as. I'm too much like my reflection and not enough like me.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This poem starts so peacefully with a tranquil color and ends more violently speaking of killing then ends with a pledge to forever be a lovers love. Quite a journey. Nicely done
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You are most welcome
Hayleigh, this one breathes with pain and brilliance...a confession, a warning, and a vow all in one. โTo love me is philanthropyโ hit like gospel. I get it and can totes relate. You make broken sound holy, my friend...and I admire that! ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
thank you
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