Internal Nuisances

I can smell the water....
As the night glistens off the salted sea
Loud banter of crashing waves
Giving a sense of serenity

Sense of peace
It's what I need
I'm drowning in a fortress of uncertainty
Playing the tunes of others pianos
Until my muted sound is deafening

Tired of defending
My internal beauty with external explorations
I can not be held to such high standards
I allow myself to be on a level that then hurts once shattered

Confessions of late night regression
Fights over lack of persuasion
No desires to devour my womanly nature
Read my kinky stature
And take advantage of the loneliness that consumes my heart
I just want that spark
Not labeled a target by
lyrical snipers
lurking marks

Being folded into origami hearts,
Always the same point to start
same folds that lead to the end
I can not pretend
That I meet normal standards....
I do not stand formal at desires door,
But I stay lurking in the corner,
Caught by those wanderers......
In which gamble like dice
Thrown into hot ice,
and fried by the icicles of life
Written by Lyrical_Aptitude
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