A Journal of the Arts
Moon & Stars
They are nuzzled into my chest and everything is still
For these few seconds, my world is at peace.
There is no war going on in my mind, battling over if I'm worthy enough for this life I live,
That hasn't started up quite yet.
My entire body is relaxed and the only thing I can feel is their warmth radiating over me.
The only thing besides their breathing that I can focus on, is the music the birds are creating just outside the window
It's quite beautiful I suppose,
How one human being can be so mighty, that they can alter the way you view life.
Mommy, my eyes don't shine like they used to.
You always used to tell me that my eyes shined like the moon,
And that I was destined for great things, like a Noble Peace Prize, or an Emmy or two
Mommy, my eyes don't shine like they used to, I think you killed that too.
You told me I was the hero, but who does that make the villian, you?
Mommy, my eyes just don't shine like they used to, I can see myself looking through
You've beaten me down one too many times, now I'm all battered and bruised
You always tell me that I'm the one who needs to grow up, but you're the one screaming.
Please Mommy, I'm begging of you, just love me and let me be your moon
I'm not who I used to be, is that why you hate me?
Mommy, my eyes don't shine like they used to,
And it's because of you.
Sometimes I swear that I can smell your cologne
The stench of old spice burns my nose
It's suffocating when it hits, overpowering and all consuming,
Just like you.
Did your Mother ever teach you to listen to a word like no
Were you ever taught respect?
I get ill anytime you pop into my mind,
Just like a parasite haunting my body, I'm begging you to leave
My body no longer feels like my own but a borrowed version of myself
I'm an outdated copy, battered and bruised, raped a few too many times
But, I guess that was fine to you.
Sometimes I swear that I can smell your cologne and it makes me fucking sick.