Don't ever lie to me.
I see deep inside, deeper than you can even see inside yourself.
Past the idea of your love, and past the assumed connection that guards me from your judgement.
I still feel it, it lingers in the air
It touches inside my heart and a vision occurs of what this would be if you weren't so kind to lie.
Kind is a funny word to use when your kindness provokes a grinding stalemate.
I don't wish to stay here and fight your confused heart.
My heart has no questions as I remained true and when I compromise I know.
You are so lost from yourself that you think I am strange, but I am just like you before you were no longer yourself.
Don't call me out, don't laugh at me, and don't you speak my name.
You don't have to say a word, like I said before, when you feel it, when you think it I will know.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Pride
I want nothing more in these days than to be alone so that when the time comes that I fail and have to face the reality of my actions I will be the only one that has to face that fire.
I wish this because I know only may inner walls can withstand that fire, and that this force will be well contained and turned into something even more powerful.
I don't want your sympathy,
I don't want you to care.
This is my battle, my fight. Each step I take is my own. I own this journey and this is my story.
You have been with me all along the way but this is my glory, this is my victory and as sorry as I am, you won't share this with me.
I see it, I don't need you to explain. I just need you to stand aside and be slient while I fight my war. Every word you speak, each time you try and hold me up you take away from me. This may be darkness I dive into. This may be a nightmare that I create. I may bring myself before the gates of hell. I may be burned. I may die.
But I did it proud.
Each time I was faced with something I loved that pain and I loved how I felt that I did it alone. I am flawed that I love seeing myself get destroyed because I came out the otherside alive.
This is pride, it is a sin and I know it well. Give me the room to commit this sin so that I can know the darkness and sometime soon want the light again. I can't breath in without having the wind sucked from my lungs first.
I wish this because I know only may inner walls can withstand that fire, and that this force will be well contained and turned into something even more powerful.
I don't want your sympathy,
I don't want you to care.
This is my battle, my fight. Each step I take is my own. I own this journey and this is my story.
You have been with me all along the way but this is my glory, this is my victory and as sorry as I am, you won't share this with me.
I see it, I don't need you to explain. I just need you to stand aside and be slient while I fight my war. Every word you speak, each time you try and hold me up you take away from me. This may be darkness I dive into. This may be a nightmare that I create. I may bring myself before the gates of hell. I may be burned. I may die.
But I did it proud.
Each time I was faced with something I loved that pain and I loved how I felt that I did it alone. I am flawed that I love seeing myself get destroyed because I came out the otherside alive.
This is pride, it is a sin and I know it well. Give me the room to commit this sin so that I can know the darkness and sometime soon want the light again. I can't breath in without having the wind sucked from my lungs first.
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