hate

Move

Move your battle away from the time

When you felt like your trust was taken piece by piece and shot down until it was beyond repair. 

Move your battle away from the feeling 

When your heart skipped a beat,  not in love but surrounded by fear and insecurity. 

Move your battle away from the life

Where you lived in a paranoia, an illusion that they were out to get you and you had to escape. 

Move your battle away from the hell

That you gave yourself for falling weak in your knees and giving yourself away for too little. 

Move your battle away from the death

Of happiness inside your body where every cell within you cried and hoped it would cease to exist. 

Move your battle away from the battles that need to be left alone.  The battles you don’t have to fight.  The battles you’re not meant to deal with.  

Your battle is life.  It is living.  Now.  Not then when things were happier or worse.  Now.  

Right fucking  now. 

Live. 

Fight the battle to live.  To feel.  To believe.  To recover.  

To love. 

Yourself first.  

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A little song of hate

What was it that you said
A little song of hate
My mother and her distaste
The distance in my eyes
From your  lovely sights
Quiet peace  for sale
The lovers quarrel in the May
Two pieces of gold
The fathers whore. 
What was it that I heard
A little song of hate. 
Lovely time spent alone
The stains of your hold
Third of my body
And my soul in disdain
A pill for the summer
A devil in the February
My date with the death
What was it that they said
A little song of hate. 

Fine

I ask you if you’re fine

My body is shutting down 

I ask you if you can breathe

My lungs are collapsing

I ask you if you can kindly stand

My knees are already shot 

So that you can give someone way

I am blind I cant see

I want to know if you can tell me

My follies can’t be accepted. 

I want to know if you can go the way. 

My sense is corrupted.

I want to know if you can 

I can’t.  I can’t.

I will ask you if you’re fine

If I’m not.