The pain in my back is fire.
The pain in my heart is ice.
Each ripples and receds
At the edges of its borders,
Daunting and cruel
In its refusal to fade away.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Superboy and the Invisible Girl
I'm invisible.
I'm forgettable.
I won't pretend I don't care,
But it also doesn't bother me,
In the way aches don't matter
Because you're used to them.
So look at him,
Dressed to the nines every day,
With a winning smile
And loping gait.
His intelligence is proven
By the school he attends.
I will pass by unseen,
In my jeans and t-shirt.
I'm used to it,
I know that to so many,
I'm not there.
Those that see me,
Some care for me so much
I am always there and they always hear me.
A few see me
Because they're invisible too.
It's no surprise to this invisible girl
That superboy doesn't seem
To look twice at her.
I'm forgettable.
I won't pretend I don't care,
But it also doesn't bother me,
In the way aches don't matter
Because you're used to them.
So look at him,
Dressed to the nines every day,
With a winning smile
And loping gait.
His intelligence is proven
By the school he attends.
I will pass by unseen,
In my jeans and t-shirt.
I'm used to it,
I know that to so many,
I'm not there.
Those that see me,
Some care for me so much
I am always there and they always hear me.
A few see me
Because they're invisible too.
It's no surprise to this invisible girl
That superboy doesn't seem
To look twice at her.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
There is a disorder in my loves,
And love does conquer all after all,
All must bow to love.
But I cannot bow enough,
Cannot tear enough
Cannot rip out enough of this thrice-damned pride
To crawl away
And cry for help to those that can aid me.
I cannot weep;
I will not let myself
So I condemn myself to agony,
Knowing that I must turn,
Must change,
But these changes are difficult for a reason.
They cannot be made alone.
And love does conquer all after all,
All must bow to love.
But I cannot bow enough,
Cannot tear enough
Cannot rip out enough of this thrice-damned pride
To crawl away
And cry for help to those that can aid me.
I cannot weep;
I will not let myself
So I condemn myself to agony,
Knowing that I must turn,
Must change,
But these changes are difficult for a reason.
They cannot be made alone.
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