Confessions of A Deluge

truth flickers beneath blue grayed eyes
as I hear your words once more
inside this head that knows more than granted
you tell me I know nothing of struggles
speaking that I have earned little of what is obtained
I swallow back the clear liquid scratching at my throat
as red gleaming spots decorate my sight
its called seeing blood, to me its the fighter denied within
you know so little, you see the shell of the woman buried
deep within the cavity of a strong willed ribcage
wrapped in purple and red bandages.

Cracked hearted and broken trust,
forgotten love, hatred blackening,
bitter taste of green on my tongue,
bright white lights of fainting memories,
red lies of blood split spelling my name,
these are but a few of these memories
you deny I could ever possess.

Due to my happiness long earned
only lady Freya knows that my worn heart
deserves to be looked upon with star filled
lusted for eyes of hunger to love and be loved.
You are but young and naive and I shall stand
older sister blade drawn but do not talk down.
Do not tell me suicide is your only thoughts
because it has been my companion for more years
than I have let on about to you, my lover and friends.
Yes your mother treated you badly, yes you were molested
as a child and I know it hurts deeply but you see I have my own.
Oh the dark secrets written on tomb stones of long dead memories.
You have yet to learn the depths of the story that has become my life.D