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Flower

a man once told me love was hard that both sides have to feed a flower that grows from the soil needs water, sun, and seed both bodies shields from wind and hail sometimes a heavy snow i didnt fight that fight back then but the man he seemed to know that without the other on the west the eastern shield would fall he begged me tend the flower but my heart would not at all today i think about the flower a stronger one, i know a bloom i wouldnt hesitate to shelter from the snow but this flora is a different kind its petals never die it stands strong without a shield its blossom lifted high it needs no aid from him or i complete all on its own its roots and stem are mighty its weak as heavy stone

Remnants of an Avoided Past

He says I lack emotions.  He craves an explosion and searches for my fuse.  He presses buttons, digging for the crack in my facade.  But he doesn't know it's a facade.  He thinks I'm naturally cold and distant.  He doesn't realize that he is the thief of my emotions, that he is the shield to my expression.  I've submitted to his will, to his desires, to his threatening physicality a hundred times over.  And now the only power I feel coursing through my veins is the power to deprive him of my true self.  I will not tell him what I'm thinking.  I will not show him how I'm feeling. ...But after a stretch of time filled with unheeded "no's" and attempts to escape his firm grasp, I cannot help but break down.  My body is racked with sobs.  I cry uncontrollably and he holds me, telling himself he's comforting me.  Ignoring the fact that his ludicrous quest for emotion led me to this point.  Oblivious to the smirk of sick fulfillmen