Dear truth-benders:
Dear friends who used me up until you got bored;
Dear lovers who used deception to take advantage of me;
Dear father who abused and stole and lied;
Dear truth-benders:
You chewed me up,
Spit me out,
Used your shifty shoes to push me down
Into the hidden cracks of forgotten sidewalk,
Where I could not be seen or saved,
Heard or helped;
A place where people forget to ask.
Dear truth-benders:
Manipulation of the mind
Is the simple way to success.
Giving too little for too long,
Making excuses of imperfect instability,
As if me and my hurting heart are healthy and whole.
Taking too much--
Self-centered sounds seeping from your lyrical lips,
Hypnotizing harmonies
Draining the blood from my unbalanced body
Until my heart fatally forgets to pump for its fickle self--
Only for yours,
Only for you.
Dear truth-benders:
There’s a definable difference between
Mutual care and concern,
And bending me to believe
Only your melodies matter--
Not my music,
Not me.
You bend over backwards
To warp my impressionable perception of reality,
Until I can no longer grasp
What is real and
What is you.
Dear truth-benders:
You bend me so close to the breaking point,
But instead of snapping me in two helpless halves,
You hang on just long enough for me to once again get
Lost in the limitless cycle
Of chaotic charm and
Tantalizing truth-bending.
About the Creator
Skylar Rella
visual & performing artist.
original art attached to written pieces.
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