Love and Hate

Two sides of the same coin

Toss it up in the air

Which way will it land today?

Fate decides

It calls it heads or tails

Watch it spin

Until it hits the ground with a clang

Four letter words

Love and Hate both

Polar opposite emotions

Yet both one and the same

©Heather Ann

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Obsession and compulsion

A broken record on repeat

It disrupts my days

And eats away

At my sanity

Intrusive thoughts relentless

Uncontrollable and inflicting punishments

Punishments akin

To those of sin

My own personal Hell

Disruption in the circuitry

A faulty wiring of the mind

Sends without my permission

Distorted transmissions

To my body, compulsively controlled

©Heather Ann

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...

The cold is stale today,

and chalky—

with air so dry

as to steal all moisture from my skin

and render it the texture

of that same paper upon which

I drafted these thoughts.

...

It’s ironic how many times I say I’m fine,

because deep down I am shattered.

It’s ironic how many people like me,

because deep down I am an old blanket, worn and tattered.

It’s ironic how many compliments I get,

because deep down I hate them when I’m supposed to feel flattered.

The holidays,

A time of year that feels most magical

There's something special about it

It's almost as if nothing bad can happen during it

Beyond the delicious food and bountiful presents,

There is caring, consideration for others

Thinking of them before yourself

The holidays,

A time of year that inspires giving

And brings out the love in us all

Throughout this time, family is the foremost thing on my mind

All I can think of

Is what I can do to make them happy

Whether it's with a longed for present,

Or just a warm hug to show I care

The holidays,

A beautiful time of year

She awakens each morning unaware of the truth, goes to the mirror and applies her concealer.

She must hide her shame, wash the pain from her eyes.To the world she is perfection, an unwavering disguise.

You will never see the ghosts she hides inside bottles. You can’t see the scars and the lies that she’s carved.

Hidden in her skin lives every sin and mistake, a painful reminder to never let down her gates.

If she could only see the truth, those walls would crumble. Every stripe she has earned is the mark of a warrior.

Her strength is incalculable, far beyond my comprehension. Her beauty is a blinding light, a beam of pure ascension.

She is not perfection. She is no god to be worshipped, nor would she want it. Her desires are much more simple.

She seeks to be seen, to love and be loved in return. To let go and give in, without fear of a burn.

She has won my heart and all the love I have to give. I can only hope one day she will see me and accept it.

So I’ll wait here, just outside the castle walls, until truth smashes through and you realize,

You. Are. Beautiful.

freckles color your face

like. jagged. rocks.

protecting the sea of green and blue

swirling in your eyes:

hushed waves calling—“tame me”

yet a softness unknown to the ocean

before lies underneath

my finger sails between the rocks

carefully navigating across

your

face

gliding along... the outline of your nose

and

docking at your lips.

every inch of you feels as

expansive and beautiful as

the ocean;

and my heart longs to voyage

and discover the

mysteries

lying beneath your surface...