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The folly of fear & the precariousness of dissatisfaction

 

...  
Tell me  
what is it like  
when you're away  
are you pseudo celebrating  
with ironic plastic freedom  
are you having pangs  
of lust filled  
'Ican'twaittotasteher-isms'  
a waiting mechanism  
full of pesky gnawing throes  
that yearn luscious-ly fine  
pulling upon a tendril's bows  
clawing inside a mind whose          
brilliance could be diamond shine         
 
Tell me  
what is it like           
when you are gone  
are you at ease          
comfortable in your own skin            
knowing that I'm here,  
you are there            
and that no matter where            
I'll be the only one who sees        
the beauty            
of all your desperate decadence          
and tumultuous raw sexiness;           
hidden in plain sight          
that subterfuge of might  
wit beyond compare          
the wry kind,          
coated with that rarely found          
charismatic flare  
 
Tell Me  
what is it like  
to wonder  
do you sit on your own       
daydream          
or write down            
rare missing moments          
inked in gorgeous poetic phrases           
one's my own pen chases  
left searing into tender places      
or do you perhaps ponder            
the cementing of our connection          
a true bonded, bond            
we, two unlikely misplaced souls            
found within this most          
unusual combination            
where we are truly kindred perfection          
in our 'two-united-weirdo's"  
revelation          
so...            
what is it like?  
 
Tell me  
can you see it for yourself        
that my heart          
is closed up  
locked away high up on a shelf  
no, not from you          
away from me    
I unknowingly    
or subconsciously,  
somewhere along the way  
hid myself            
tucked 'me ' away  
pouring my own charisma  
into you and I    
and our sort-of  
warped enigma  
of this, our protected bubble  
engaging in such a display  
that I knew my  
fragile heart would be okay  
hidden away so high,    
up on that bullshit imaginary shelf  
where the last thing            
I would have to do was truly fly  
Why then, didn't you  
tell me  
to stop being so afraid,    
to let go,  
finally learn to play the game  
the one with zero blame  
reminded that fear isn't what makes me strong  
or pretending there's nothing wrong  
it's how my character tackles  
this unyielding fucked up shit that hackles  
how I ultimately can decide  
gather myself up to really try  
scream out a healthy  
guttural warrior's cry  
make up my own mind  
to no longer hide  
and with purposeful  
authority and pride  
know what it is like  
to know myself inside  
finally  
finding comfort  
to be free  
by being  
only  
 
me.  
 
 
         
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by Bluevelvete
Published | Edited 17th Nov 2022
Author's Note
Update: The copying of formatting or phrasing even in part, should still be considered plagiarism. Just to freaking clarify.
My account being deactivated doesn't mean this poem never existed.

A renewal of faith in self by better understanding the past. I feel that putting things into their proper places via hindsight can sometimes help with forward momentum

This is a reincarnation/renovation of an old poem...

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