Killing the Hate.

It eats away your insides until they are raw, leaving the tissue bleeding. 

You try to ignore the nawing pain hoping it will just go away. But you can’t ignore it, it only festers until you can’t take it anymore.

You can either continue to runaway or turn and face it. Running away is the easiest, less pain in the long run but than you are left all alone.

Left with this horrible beast living inside. The only way to truly kill it, kill the pain is to face it.

But you need a reason to face it. A power stronger than itself.

You need love to kill the hate.

                                  Lady. B

Pestering me.

I am pretty sure I told you this once before, I don’t love you anymore.

But words have a way of not being heard when your driving to fast and you’ve drank to much.

I will resign myself to the fact that you are still here, always watching but never really there.

The patience I had has worn thin, my tolerance for ignorance is non-existent.

You can leave anytime now, it won’t bother me.

Just please, don’t wake me when you leave.

The other Woman.

I will stand beside you, strong, proud and true.

I will be patient, loving and kind to you and yours.

I will listen and support when the weight becomes to heavy for you to bear.

I will hold my tongue from the speaking the thoughts that come to me, when harsh words are spoken to you.

I will do all this with a smile on my face and love in my heart, as this is all I can do in the position that I am in.

I know where your heart lies, that’s what gives me strength to fight this battle. 

The battle of the other woman.

                               Love,

                                    Lady B.


Little Red Box.

The feelings are so strong it almost hurts. The longing is always there and I try to show it the best that I can, but I am locked in the little red box.

The little red box is where I keep everything that is sacred to me.

My heart and my soul.
My heart, like many is battered and bruised. Put through hell and climbed back out retreating to the little red box.

My soul, well it has never left the box. It does not get touched. For it is the most sacred of all. Very few have ever even caught a glimpse of it and those we have, well I hope they know how rare it truly is.

The red box is as much a prison as it is a sanctuary. With all the security I get from it, there is an equal balance of loneliness.

Everyone wants to be loved and understood. Finding someone to love your heart is easy. Finding someone to understand your soul, well that is entirely different. 

I’ve let my heart out of the little red box and it is feeling things I never thought it could feel. But I long for my soul to be touched, to be whispered to, to be soothed.

My heart will take the beating until it has convinced the soul that it is safe to come out.

But for now I am just going to hide in my little red box. Where it is safe.

                                  Love,

                                             Lady B.

A day without my meds.

I don’t even know what that would be like. I don’t even know what that really feels like any more.

Yes I have missed I dose or here and there and I have felt the affects but I am quick to recover, quick to medicate. 

I honestly fear what I would be like. What an actual day would be like if I didn’t take my meds. 

The up and then the down, followed by the rush to the top. I remember what my life was like before… slightly nostalgic.

But I fear the ripple effect. The consequences of my actions. It’s like watching a movie, seeing the actors play out these scenes that you know the outcomes of but you can’t look away. 

It’s a Trainwreck.

One day.. maybe. One day I will be in a place that I can deal with the consequences, but not yet.

The past is still to close. Still to real for me to just forget.

                                    Lady. B

Everything and yet Nothing.

I give myself to you, hoping for the best.

I give my love to you, expecting the worst.

You speak to me like no one else has, which means you can hurt me…I don’t want to be hurt.

I see the love in your eyes, but I also see the pain. I hope the pain doesn’t win.

Your fighting a war I can not see, one you won’t let me know about.

I know I can be nothing, but I can also be everything.

Please let me be everything.

    Lady. B

Slip

You ripped the flesh from my body, with deep slow digs. The blood pouring down my sides and pools at my feet.

I cling to myself trying to stop the bleeding, but it continues to flow as my heart beat weakens.

The air is hot around me, but I have a chill. I sink to my knees releasing a moan of agony.

My head feels light as the blood rushes out, I can no longer feel my legs. It’s getting harder to think straight, the fog is setting in.

I can see you clear though I can’t look away, your face burned into my mind’s eye forever haunting me.

There is nothing you can do to change this, nothing to stop what you have done. The world can see you now, for what you really are.

It is all slipping away I know it won’t be long, I feel the darkness setting in and all I can think about is I hope you slip on my blood.

My Pet

I am in a dimly lit basement with a dirt floor and dust floating in the air.

The ceiling is low with thick rough wood posts holding up the floor. There is a small window to the left of me that is the only source of light, everything has a grayish tinge to It. it looks like dawn outside.

There is a small square 2’ x 2’ cut out in the floor six feet in front of me. I look to the window and then I look back at the square, it looks like a trap door with no latch.

Suddenly the square slowly lifts up I can’t see what is causing it to lift but I am overwhelmed with fear, my chest gets tight and I can’t move and I can’t look away. I see this claw of some kind creep out towards me, reaching for me. I want to run but I can’t move, all I can do is stare and wait for it to climb out and crawl towards me.

Within seconds it rushes me, to quickly for me to get a good look at it. All I know is that it is large, aggressive predator like.

It always scares me awake, my heart pounding.

Lady. B

 

 

 

Feeling the Love.

Sometimes you just can’t listen to what everyone keeps telling you. sometimes you just have to make your own decisions.

I try not to listen to other peoples opinions of people, places or things. I like to experience things and form my own opinion. But sometimes it is hard not to let other peoples opinions dictate my own.

Some people voice their opinions as a way to guild you in the right direction, while others do it to have sway over your decision. Usually it is for their own personal gain or some other malicious intent.

Unfortunately I spent most of my live trying to keep other people happy. Giving more of myself to people than I truly should have. compromising my integrity and happiness.

I don’t want to live that way anymore, I won’t. I will live my life for myself. I will put myself and my happiness first. Some people may consider me selfish or insensitive but all I truly want is to feel whole, true to myself.

Love,

Lady B.

 

Nightmares.

I tie the nightmares together with little perfect bows, draping them around my mind trying to make it look pretty. My soul a flickering light always waning dangerously close to going out.

The nightmares are a road map through the tangled web that is my phyche. It doesn’t matter how pretty I tie the bows, or how elegantly I drap and place them the nightmares are still haunting.

Always creeping in settling places they don’t belong. My soul once strong and proud, is now jaded and cold. The only thing that makes it feel anymore are the nightmares.

The nightmares are starting to feel like home.

                                       Lady. B