Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Blah blah blah

Why is it
that I am so easily broken?
All it  took was three little words
(not sure how to count the contraction)
And my life took on an odd
Imbalance

"No it's not," was all she said
Negating any truth about myself
I might have tenuously held.

How does one that doesn't exist
(outside Their made up life)
Come to be? Come to Love?
There is no "be yourself"
When there is 
No Self


1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry to read the sadness in this. I have many things I could say, but my instinct is always to try to fix things for people. I will not say anything, I will just listen and hear you, and wish for you to see what your soul already sees of you, and has typed up for you within your words.

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