Bittersweet Confessions by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
Bittersweet Confessions
I know it has been months. Despite the fact that it feels like decades. And I have never for a second had a moment without you in my head.
You used to be what I dreamed about. Now you grace my nightmares. You taunt me. Bending your finger to say: "Come hither," enticing me with your tantalizing smile.
That smile of yours. The smile that can bring men and women of any stature to their knees. They would easily confess their undying love to you. Just like I always had. So what made me different?
You chose me, Once upon a time. I belonged to you. I had no desire to belong anywhere other than in your arms. And the sound of your voice still e
I Found Your Name by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
I Found Your Name
I found your name.
It was barely visible on my pale skin, where I carved it years ago, right where I left it. I did that when I lost you the first time.
I never thought that I'd keep losing you. That you'd keep slipping from my grasp everytime I got just a little bit too close. And every time I would extend my fingers to graze your skin, you were further than I had calculated.
I'm still reaching out. Do you see me? Can you hear my voice? Calling out your name. Echoing in the distance, like drops of water after a storm, dripping into a puddle.
Can you feel me? Can you feel my breath against your skin? On the back of your neck, where yo
So I can't hold your hand
So I can't whisper in your ear
So I can't brush my lips on your neck
Chills travel across my body
I whimper when I'm dreaming of you
Spasms embrace me with the anxiety of my mind
Who exactly am I?
A minion of chaos?
A slave to your love..
I am..
You make me this person..
A carrier of doom
To all that I formerly believed
What point is there in gender? by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
What point is there in gender?
I am not a damsel in distress
I am not going to wash your feet
With long golden locks, on my knees
Crying out to you so that, one day,
You can accept me as I'm not
I don't want to be a woman
I do not wish to become a man
I choose to free myself from gender
I choose to be me and not her
I choose to differ from him
I guess I'm in the middle
I guess I'm not there at all
I guess you can say I'm no one
I guess I'm not even writing
I guess your wasting time
I would take your hand
And waltz you around the room
If I could only reach you somehow
I would whisk you away
From all these unkind people
If I could just build up the nerve
I would whisper in your ear
Ever so quietly on your neck
Every urge you bring forth in me
I would bring you joy so unimaginable
And your heart would rejoice with mine
And we would lay, once again, side by side
Oh sleep!
Why do you share your glory,
Naught with me?
Why do you not cease your fleeing,
Whilst I follow you along the path
To the land where the dreams be?
Why do you tease me with fragments
Of what could be sweet relief
To my humble heart?
Why do you prevent me
From being one with you?
My precious long-forgotten sleep...
Species Unidentified by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
Species Unidentified
I'm looking in the mirror
Whose body is this?
Is this me?
Do I even have these sexual organs?
Who is this person looking back at me?
This person whose eyes wander my unclothed body..
I've fallen to the floor..
So has she..
Is she mocking me?
I feel cold..
My thighs..
My.. parts..
I'm wet..
I look down..
What is this liquid?
I touch it..
My fingers, wet..
I study this crimson substance covering me..
Is this what they use to define me..
A woman..
What is a woman?
A label plastered across my body?
A sign turning me into a target?
Is that all I am?
Prey for man?
Is he stalking me now?
Hunting me like a lion?
Planning to imprison me as a spouse?
M
MLK wasn't the only one who could dream by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
MLK wasn't the only one who could dream
I had a dream
You were there
And so was she...
Yes even her
I was dying
Not a very sad thought really
You were holding my hand
Telling me to stay
I knew I couldn't
You begged me not to leave you again
She stayed by your side
In the way I couldn't
I looked up and smiled at both of you
I didn't want to go
Not truly
But it was my time
I took her hand in my free one
And thanked her
For taking care of you when I couldn't
For easing the pain I had caused
And to continue doing so
And with those words
I left you
One final time
To find out the one you love
The one you thought would wait
Gives up
Moves on?
Well, I can't stop shaking
My voice comes out a crack
The lunch I didn't eat is threatening to crawl up my throat
But even worse?
It's my own fault
I couldn't handle it
I couldn't leave everything behind
They broke me
Like I was a wild horse being tamed
But still...
You gave up
You were the last person I expected that from
I thought we were in love
Just when I thought I was close again
I find out you've moved on
You referred to me as the past
And with my friend
I can't hate her
Why me?
Why us?
Why us who get cursed in our love?
Am I right to expect you to