Regret is a word that leaves such a foul taste in my mouth

Yet I can't deny the overwhelming emotion that I feel but can't touch

I don't think I could refrain if I were asked to do so

How could I?

I never let you go

You chose a good bye and left my aching heart without a word

So excuse me if I asked to be heard

If only you could write the conclusion to this hurt

Challenge chokes me of my breath

Trapped in many a ways, ultimate depths

Where do I start to unveil the chains

The irony that defines my bondage spiritually tortures my inner being

I chose these chains

Shackles I so willingly adorned knowing the truth

I'm not a fool to deception still I let the lust of my flesh consume me

The outer appearance doesn't console the broken spirit

Everyone sees a girl beautifully independent

Inside a little girl is dying of wounded self

Aching for love and acceptance from anyone

Running fast to danger and more pain

Looking to people who only like her in vain

There's more to her than a pretty face

She just never found her home, never found her place

So she roams the streets and numbs the pain with drugs

Searching desperately for the fix; the only fix is love

She can't love herself she's done so much wrong

The hate she carries for herself never ceases at night or dawn

I don't have a specific process, to be quite honest. Some of my pieces have titles long before I finish and some are left unnamed still today. I can tell you I have named many works of literature after its conception and personality form on the paper. It's almost like when you carry a child in your womb opposed to when you see her and hold her in your arms. I have two girls and both of them were named after their birth, the following day to be exact.

I think it's really just like that...

The meaningful ones I name later bc once I can appreciate their full beauty and existence, their purpose in my life, then it happens. The magical moment that I assign the aesthetic epithet that will accurately reflect that which lies before the readers eyes.

The eldest of your grandchildren, favored amongst you both for reasons of your own

Never did it mean I was loved above the others

I still struggled and she knows it

She was the one to tear me down while hiding behind the facade I built for her

I disclosed my entire self and the essence of everything I stood for.

Everything; I fell apart over when I couldn't stand at all

She knew it all

She was my aunt and now she is nothing

She took the worse way to break me and she did it so gladly

I was uninvited from your funeral grandma

And I know you know I wouldn't have missed it

The truth will come busting through all the darkness exposing the demon she has morphed into

I'm still aching bc where do I go now with not a family in sight

Where do I go when all those I loved lost, I'm lost, I've got no light

The moon lulls over me, calling out to my heart

I'm always the victim to this lunar frenzie

The water sign that is me and I am it;the cancer

The loyal and creative yet moody and touchy soul

I just don't know how, don't want to hide the pieces that make me this

The dark pieces, were they not a piece of me, would hide the burning fire inside me

My passion