My heart may be as common as paper but it is filled to the margins with love. My love was not yours to take. It is mine to share however I choose. I have scars that spill when torn. I have masks fused and worn to bits. I have skin as thin as air. Every breath holds me captive in someone else’s lungs. I tried to sympathize with the devil but his nefarious tongue set fire to all my hopes and dreams. Alone in this war I am still legion. I have taken on whole armies with my bare hands, and although fractured I am still too much for any one person to overcome. All life is a kind of hypnosis. One day bleeds into the next and I am not always awake when the sun splits the darkness. You overtook me though I was only a child, forced yourself onto my body and claimed me as part of your entitlement. You defined man always in terms of cruelty and you were proud to participate in that cruelty. To avenge myself I choose to live on, without you. I choose not to judge other men by your warped standards. I choose to feel my pain, however deep it goes, without letting it rape me into a ghost.
About the Poet:
Yves K. Morrow lives in Sweden with her husband and soon to be teenage daughter. Mindlovemisery reflects the subjects most extensively explored in her poetry. Mind- philosophy, psychology, mental illness, society Love- loss, unrequited, infatuations and obsessions, sex, true love, new love, relationships of all sorts both dysfunctional and sublime Misery- childhood trauma, Depression, living with PTSD, the search for meaning, loneliness, spiritual dilemmas grief, social ineptitude etc. Aside from writing and inspiring others to write Yves enjoys reading, training, dancing poorly, absurdity and sarcasm.
This is beautiful poetry
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