(Sex) Toy

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(Sex) Toy

By Missy Jubilee

A scar

Because It’s Hurtful
And Empathetically You Know
That It Was…
<Insert Judgement Here>

There Is Nothing Glorious About
Irresponsibility
Or Lack Of Responsibility
No-One Wins
That Sum Game
<Insert Statement About Someone Else To Blame>

I Know What I Am

So What Kind Of Person
Does That Make You?
When One Thing Is Asked
In Exchange
For
A Dedication
To Your Best Interests
<Insert Last Person Standing Here>

One Thing Too Much
No credit
Never Has Been Money
In That Account

Repeat

That Black Hole

Again

You
Being You
But
The Other You

Only Yesterday
I Forgot Where The Heck
I Hid That Person

So I Watched
As An Observer

Then Again

Displaced Myself
Forgot That I Knew You
On Any Level

Seeing A
First Person Singular
In The Process
Of Relocation
To A No Mans Land
Of Hate

Not In The Past

But To Complete
And Utter
Present

Unresolved

And
A Struggle To Do So

All The Gurus
Say So
And They Are Never
Wrong
Except When They
Are

Guessing
Words Like
Loving Thyself Is

The

Secret

Even Though
Love

A Many Splendid Thing

Is A Weapon
That
Has Never Won
Any Of These Wars
Before

So
Let’s Live In
Hope

And
Abate Some Symptoms

Dodge
And Weave
Some Commitments

Providing Proof
That
One Knows Where The
Onus Lies

Let’s Scream

Let’s Be Helpless

Let’s self Destruct

Let’s Convict
People
So Deception
Can Sleep
Comfortably
At Breaking Point

Permanently

Waiting For
The Mask
To Melt And Break
Red

Looking
For Rock Bottom
As It Traverses
My Triggers
In Search Of A Reaction

Remember
Unfairness?

Remember
Saying Sorry?

Remember
Gracefully
Not Yelled?

I’m Sorry
Are You Happy Now
Screamed
Is Not Grace
Personified

Happy
Is Not
Red, Dead, Redemption

Happy
Is Not The End
And The Beginning
Being
Same Point

Am I Happy?

Guru, So What Say You?

Fuck Off
And Let Me Paint
The Opposite
Of My World

And I Can
Hide In There
Using
Words As Actions
That Can Pull The Truth
Off The Brick
Of Change

While
Collapsing Insecurities
Into
A Cloud Of Glinting
Blind Spots
That In A Million Years
Will Settle Softly
On
My Memory

To Have The World
At Ones Feet
Just To
Mis-Spell It

Window Ledge

Instead Of
Launch Pad

Would Be Poetic

Except
I See
And Hear It
All The Time
On Street Corners

The Problem With Being Alive
Is…

The
Art of Living
Gracefully
Through The Madness
Of Living
Is An Art

For An Artiust
Can’t Get No
Satisfaction
Never Comes
Too Soon
On That Narrow Road
To That Deep End

Do We Scream Our Way
Back To Reality?
Or
The Illusions Of Our Existence
That Define Us?

If
Life Is Our Book

Why Do We
We Fill It
With
Broken
Toys

That Someone Else
Always
Broke

While
We Were
To Busy
Playing The Roles Of

Not Friends

Not Enemies

Just strangers
With Some Different

Memories
‘We Are Only As Blind As We Want To Be’
-Maya Angelou

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