Seems I am the strongest, when I dress up in all the things that have caused me pain
And the rain falls a little harder on the days I decide to water my own garden
The world seems to think my light shines the brightest on the days I live in the dark
This land has been marked as the place where I can feel pretty
I built this city on top of cuts and bruises
Then rinsed my blood in the river that surrounded me
i’ve grown tired learning the languages in which you communicate
and still to this day you don’t know why im speechless
it wasn’t until i showed you who you are
that you cared to remember who i am
mimicking the way you moved
brought attention to the reasons i stood still
embodying you left me empty
and it wasn’t until i became your reflection
that you finally noticed me…
and on that particular day
i woke up and realized that my dreams
matched the font of my last journal entry
i knew instantly that i had fallen asleep with
the only pen that’s ever been brave enough
to whisper your name
Without my baggage
Tell me how would I travel
My past is still me
The cat call walking
Alone down the street. Please don’t
Ignore my distress
Candle lit in time
Between her heart and now mine
Small courses with wine
Use my time to take my time
Make sure I do it right
one two three one two three
There’s a good chance of rain tonight
Sky turned grey
And the rain fell harder
I move in rhythmic agreement
My curtsy begged for the sky to open
Cleanse my soul of all its bleeding
-What is this dance called-
-And do you do it everyday-
I dance these moves for my pain
And my rain dance washes it away
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