She wasn't very sensitive or kind She wasn't this naïve She wasn't sober or sentimental She wasn't a bookworm or an introvert She wasn't the one you now call "you're-such-a-pussy" She wasn't the girl you would fall for or consider as "the one" She wasn't anything you would've ever wanted Because She had crowned herself, traveled by herself Her spirit undaunted She was fire and ice She was fierce and wild She was athletic and agile She was a lioness on a hunt She was the joy of every party and the life of every sport She was brown and bold She was carefree and never wanted to be told (of what she ought to be) It took her guts to be this way, this was her way. This was her own way! Because she was whatever the fuck she ever wanted to be. But You weren't satisfied You always disliked Her power scared the shit out of you because society likes girls who are pretty just like every one out of two You said you're too rowdy for a girl at your age You shouldn't carry so much of rage Your voice shouldn't be heard outside the four walls of this room You should dress like a flower which is at its full bloom You silenced her as if she never spoke You hated her for her untameable nature, And that makes me wonder If perhaps you were intimidated by her deafening thunder You made her fall like a shooting star You turned her into ashes and dust Into ashes and dust She fell like a meteor and exploded without but any noice Well of course your betrayals and stereotypes had silenced her growling voice Now she's all that she never wanted to be It took her pain to be this way, this wasn't her way. This wasn't her way. You confined that Falcon raging within her soul and pushed her out of that mould, into a black hole You sent waves over waves to calm the fire that she'd behold She was never like that, the truth be told She wasn't sad or depressed She wasn't scared or distressed She wasn't insecure or panaroid She wasn't anxious or socially awkward She wasn't just a pretty girl in this pretty world She wasn't anything you would've ever wanted Her present portrait might sound a bit haunted But She was all, wit and humour She was light and life She was a lone ranger and a warrior She was fearless though stone cold She was confident and hard to behold She was carefree and never ever wanted to be told (of what she ought to be) It took her guts to be this way, this was her way. This was her own way! Because she was whatever the fuck she ever wanted to be. But You weren't satisfied So years later, when she closed the only door left you told her that you loved her volcanoes and upsurging tides But she so wierd now, what is it that she hides? From the everyone From her own self You said, Be free, spice things up As you couldn't love someone who was sad all the time and that knowledge doesn't have to do anything with love, babe you gotta be sassy and you know, brave? Because beauty and warmth is all that you crave. So you left with a note she re-reads over and over It said "Your sorrows can't make someone stay. Your drama is so hard to bear. I loved you for how you were before" You see, now she doesn't even recognize herself anymore.
I thought that my Love was enough for you that it wiped away your tears when you were all blue and in your arms maybe I'll overcome all my fears because for me your lies were all true they were all very true but your fingers were inter-twined into someone else's your eyes, they'd shine for another moon, not mine some words took you away to the pleasure's paradise because my poems were too depressed by design and they'd rarely rhyme you see, for me all this wasn't something new you knew what I had been through and that my radial artery pulsated everytime with the blood kissing my skin 'cause I knew your love demanded something new someone new so you told me that I was "too sad to be with" and "too difficult to love" but you see I loved you, I still do despite the knives you've pierced into my love, my love I wished you never bid me adieu! I thought that my Love was enough for you until it wasn't it wasn't I wasn't enough for you.
Split in half One extraordinarily sublime one distastefully delectable I try to find myself One part I see foolishly naive Other beyond intelligence One seeped in mortal facts The other I see gaping beyond One lies blissfully ignorant The other is recklessly rampant One follows the social conventions One totally rebellious One stands on the bridge of debilitating dilemmas The other somersaults on quick decisions One finds love loathsome The other is friends with fantasy
One part of me bleeds goodness The other half crosses milestones of audacity The left is my universal utopia The right seems blemished hell I wonder who all live like this With two bodies in one Two minds in one With dry rains and bright nights With sour sweets and salted haste I try to put these two parts together Often in vain, the explosion overwhelms it wets the rains and dries the pains So, for now, I remain divided into two but with a tinge of sane Someday I shall be able to glue whatever remains