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Her love will seep into your veins like
Mozart and morphine. One sip, one taste,
one touch, one intoxicating breath...
You'll never be the same.

You awaken
every dragon
every wolf
every monster
that steps inside you
and you remind them
what hell looks like
when it wears the skin
of a gentle human

"Why do you keep dead roses?" He asked once.

I cherish dead roses as they live between the pages of my most precious books.
I believe, a fresh rose is loved for its beauty but a dead one is beyond beauty.
A fresh rose is smelled for its scent but a dead one - for the memories.
A fresh rose gives the feel of softness but a dead one gives the feel of past.
A fresh rose lives for days but a dead one - Forever.

When I was a child, they called me a little girl and when I grew, they called me a young woman. How strange a thought - when I've always felt more like a pit of fire, a black sea of passion, a mouthful of sorrow, a league of fallen angels,

I've lived in darkness a long time...
Over the years, my eyes adjusted
until the dark became my world
and I could see.

Who told you only the soft could be good mothers?

That mothers could not be dragons in disguise?

That women who teach their daughters how to preserve themselves by breathing out lightning were only less than wild, magical things when teaching their young about war and love's terrible lies?

Evil?
.....Me?

That's not a strong enough word to describe me;
Bot don't you dare forget.
When you look at me with those eyes
That you were the one
Who filled this once beating heart with your lies.

But honestly?
I don't mind the pain,
It's the hope that kills me.

Be gentle with me, new love.
Treat me tenderly,
I need the gentle touch,
the soft voice,
the candlelight after nine.

There've been so many who didn't understand...
So give me all the love I see in your timid eyes
but give it gently...
.............please...

Of course I can alone.
I am the daughter who never vented to her parents.
I am the daughter who had to protect everyone else
while no one protected her.
The distant daughter.
The woman who heals herself.
I always can.
I always could.
I always will.

Actually, it nearly destroyed me...
It gave me nightmares and stole my smile bones,
it gave me self destructive coping mechanisms
and made me feel so broken... so... unloved.

It took my own strength to face my traumas,
to scream into the blanked out faces that they won't win.

I have been handed terrible situations...
It is not my fault and I have learned to survive.

Go ahead and bring me your all.
You may be able to knock me down
I will still stand back up in spite of you.

There's a little girl
within me who still
thinks if she's
quiet enough, that if
she behaves enough,
that if today, she's just
enough to be good enough,
that someone will
come back for her.
But the woman I've
grown into knows now,
no one is going back
for her, except for me.