scripturient

trentasette

a/n; this is my favorite poem i've ever written. E V E R. please vote and share, because i didn't think i was ever going to share this!

xx, signed, maly.

have you ever made mistakes that revised your life?

of course you have.

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there was one time

when my mind ratified my temptation.

then, my masterpiece was an anthology of scars.

cut.

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and when I dreamt about standing in court telling the truth.

the truth that took something so precious from my own self.

innocence.

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and when I dreamt about saying farewell to the one person

who could actually speak words that made me grin.

goodbye.

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there was one time

when I dreamt about my mother lying in that bed.

that bed that almost took her breath away.

breathless.

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and when I had to wipe away the tears that represented

the pain of letting old friendships go.

unclasp.

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that was what I called home.

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there was one time

when the pink floyd muscle tee worn by the one

who was always there for me, vanished.

gone.

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and when words slipped out of my mouth.

words that created the facial representation of shock.

slut.

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and when the girl who I thought I knew

set free some clarity that she was absolutely not her.

two-faced.

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and when the thorns from the brush in the woods

not only ripped cuts in my skin, but shredded a relationship.

torn.

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there was one time

when I opened the box in my cramped garage

that reminded me of my past, and exhibited my future.

discovery.

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that was what I called home.

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there was one time

when someone else's words towards me

were set aside and the self torment was saved until later.

pedophile.

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and when my bare feet callused up on the sidewalk

because I needed to feel free.

blisters.

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and when the gluttony took over

and I could no longer be part of my own dream.

greed.

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and when I was never understood

for who the real me was and will always be.

truth.

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there was one time

when I was told something,

and the others were told the exact opposite.

lies.

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that was what I called home.

if you try very hard, you will remember that time

when you were unsure about who you were.

unconfidence.

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and you will remember

when you met that person.

that person who told you you were worth it.

confidence.

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and no matter what, you will remember that time

when you realized that your sadness was your

mind tricking you into thinking you weren't adequate for this earth.

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do you remember

letting all of that sorrow go?

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that pleasure is now my home.