Molded By Your HandsA Poem by Areya ValenaDear Creator; This is Tenacious. Please kill me.
Inspired by destruction,
you form legs, two legs to hold up the broken, to strengthen the wobbly, and to move the frozen girl.
You made me to beckon to you. Created with your hands, my body is formed and the girl stands, the girl walks, the girl stands in your love. But you never loved her. You molded her to follow, to do to be. and you created this monster from the broken pieces of me. I need to be broken again. To find a safer, Sane way to put myself back together. but now i just need you. I need you to say my nickname, even if its to say goodbye, I need that closure, I need this lie. Dear creator, my beautiful king. I ask you to kill me, This monster I can't be. Im going insane. © 2013 Areya ValenaAuthor's Note
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Added on February 14, 2013 Last Updated on June 3, 2013 AuthorAreya ValenaA Poet's Haven, MIAboutYou know those movies, or t.v. shows, where the woman stares in the mirror crying and she reaches for the scissors, and you think; "Oh my God! What is she going to do?" Then, they show her chopping he.. more..Writing
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