Dawning Creations

You wouldn’t believe me
If I told you

If
I
Would
Show
You

You wouldnt believe it
You couldn’t believe me

I didn’t conceive
and I’ll admit
even now there are moments
I don’t think I deserve
all the good you gift me

I’ve never been malevolent,
only manipulative
I’ve always been real,
just living in flash fiction
It’s been a REAL blast.
I’m losing my face
at last!

Searching for truth
in the grittiest
BrOKen
dOWN
bIT

sunk my teeth into
a bite too big
to swallow

I chOKed it
dOWN
bIT by bit

I swallowed the hurt
as it tore through my throat.
Knowing it was coming,
I turned up the music.
I opened the doors
until none were left.

I climbed out the window,
tore my Easter dress.
I didn’t care for the mess.
What was in my head
felt much more disasterous.

I came face to face,
with chasing a higher state,
recognizing your hate
and sitting there with you.

I would love for you to realize
there’s a new spring coming
it doesn’t have to be like this.

I thought I was noble
perhaps, you thought yourself so, too.
But I was in survival mode.
Could it be you were wrong, too?

All of this time,
you’ve asked me why
I chose to cry alone.

All of this time
you’ve stuck by side.

Why do you wonder
why I still ask why?

I chOKe it dOWN
every hurtful phrase,
salting the wound
and chasing IT
with a sprinkle of enthusiasm.

At the end of the day.
I’m o. K.
I OWN my mistakes and victories,
as well as all of IT,
all of me,
and all of you, too.