the cut (with auDio)

for Nimila the Inferno ~ Horror’s prompt, “The Cut.”

many years ago…
.
we became separated
not by blade, not by scissor,
the chainsaw removed us.
.
i was lost in expectation,
devouring myself to fit agenda,
losing myself in the friend zone.
.
my intention was my intention,
it was never more, never less,
but nonetheless, i must confess
it feels so good to be me again.
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i am depth you’ll never see again,
compromise which has dissolved,
inside my eyes i am safe, whole,
even if anyone disagrees, fuck you.
.
expecting but not having the
patience to accept, fucking stupid.
twisting words to create a defense,
fuck you cupid.
.
the arrows missed, blindly,
in the comfort of my norm, find me,
i will never sew together what
was never intended to be together.
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i’m the rut, i’m the problem,
though…through expectation
the words were warped, and
i was given irresponsible directive.
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my own decision making was
affected by the clouds i erected.
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i can’t be what i can’t be,
i can’t see what i can’t see.
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being me is the best thing
i could ever be.
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the duality was always going to be
everything in me i needed to free.
i will never again
make decisions based on other’s whims.
.
lovers bend, but friends will never spend
the time i wasted laced with
abnormal mental regression.
.
i am me, finally. i see, freed from
the divinity sought by others
kingdoms.
.
do not stay attached to something
you know will never last, or my
friends, you will finish last.
.
not everyone will
make the cut.

d.

Photo: Nimila the Inferno ~ Horror