The Cynic Communtity

Embrace ~Miss A How would I ever try to fix you, Try to be hard as you said that will change you, When I can't take the blows of your words during the process, It kills me every word, cuts deep enough to feel my heart bleeding, When I can't ever ignore the smallest of touch you've gifted me, Trying to cherish every moment like a treasure, but it only sings pain forward. Tell me, when it feels unnecessary for you in the moment, What is that you wish to avoid? Yourself or I? Why does the both hurt me like my own self committing suicide, Taken by my own promises, shall I worship you or your whole? I'm in the dilemma, to save you for your better self, Yet it feels like I'm grinding myself on a stone that never melts clay. You said what you think are my words,  It's atrocitious, wether it's good grief or staright pain, But I've rather than giving you my all, I devoted myself Body and soul, heart and brain, terms and conditions, Anything, for you worth more th

Seen ~Miss A In sections, distilled, kept in chambers like potions, But why? Do I seem so fragile? It's washing me over, Where did I store my brain, I need to fight, scream, hide, I am seen ain't I? Then why do I find the sheets behind. Like a riddle, my enunciation you say, but I said words that matter, No, rather that cut deep through, you have the permission to see through, Shots are cool but energy bursts are rather atrocious, I was happy this second, why do I find myself crying? I stand bare to you, emotions freckled on the face, an open book, And you take pleasure in reading them too, but lack mindfulness, Should I decipher each sentence? Pages wet with tears are easy to tear, Yet you watch me, adore me, resemble care and so modest. I'm still not over it, I'm still shy, for you weild the weapon to distract me, And I get so happy I can't complain, for the best thing I learned is to love, Wish I could write chapters on how selfless, beautiful and yet calm it is,