Discontent dreamers

another old poem!

I will have you dressed in the best blood and flesh,
And the scabs I�ll peal you fresh-
An ugly butterfly
But a beautiful moth!
You fly high to the shamed,
Bless me to your distilled frame.

I want you more than you want me-
To change and see,
The patronising pretty little things, so ugly on the in side-
Be them that pretty on the out side?

So take my smiles, because I f*****g take you�re scorn,
You mean nothing cause
It�s that moth I see, that very dream,
For her to see me as I see her!

So you�re eyes can stare that vacant hate to me,
For all I am, and that nothing you see-
In ignorance and hollow minds,
Stand the f**k up you philistines, uncultured swine�s.

But I know that moth I follow may never be mien,
But it�s my dream and I peruse it-
Through the bitter, my complaisant s**t-
To know that one day there will be a place
The shape of me to fit!

So, please know I love you for you, and not in popularity!
And know I hate those of you for you and not in popularity!

The moth is dead!

Author's Note

The roller coaster of self and other!

Reviews

[Bluet_Belle]

this is one of the best so far, i believe.

You;re so raw, with emotion and imagery and meaning. Its like a wound, when you read it aloud, its like a bruise when you whisper it... Its sad, and violent in a greiving, deep way. I love it. I love it.