Wednesday, April 15, 2009

the growing sense of liberation

Well here I am
Painted as the bad girl of your lifestory
The Lilith from whose claws you wrenched yourself from and set yourself free
The femme fatale who remains alluring but reeks of danger and manipulation
You can construct this false image, put it together with my limbs, blue eyes, and a mane of blond hair
But it remains your perceptions, nothing more nothing less
My flaws are built within, inherent, that constantly need retuning
I remain constantly vigilant of them
Yet my mistakes cannot tarnish my self-worth

I never came equipped in matters of love with this strength of yours
I graduated from the school of accommodation and diplomacy
Surely no problem we faced couldn't be soothed by the balm of time and makeup sex
Yet you remain stalwart in your convictions
sure and contented in your decision
which contradictingly is one of the things I love most about you.

Not to belabor this manifesto of sorts any longer, but I want to say
I am feeling better. Slowly but surely. Everyday gets easier.




The glass is now filled to the brim.

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