For him.

This is written for someone. If It feels it is for you. It most likely is. I did come up with this for a certain person though..

The poem I am posting is not mine though..It is Sylvia Plathe’s But I get what she means. It is relative.

Mad Girls Love song:

I shut my eyes and all the world is dead

I lift my lids and it is all born again

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red.

and arbitrary blackness gallops in

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed.

And sung me moonstruck,kissed me quite insane

(I think I made you up inside my head)

God Topples from the sky,hell’s fires fade

Exit Seraphim and Satan’s men

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead

I fancied you returned the way you said

But I grew old and forgot your name

(I think I made you inside my head)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead

At least when spring comes they roar back again

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

( I think I made you up inside my head)

…Now as beautiful as that poem is. It reminds me of how loving a person can feel like a knife in your heart. How know matter how much I love someone they are leaving me behind in the strive for their life. ANd unlike before..I wont fight to keep them. I am tired of struggling. I am tired of being the one to keep them near.

I wrote an actual poem of my own. I want to share it with you all.

Crazy girl.Don’t you shout

you won the in.Time to lose the out.

Crazy girl your demention sets in..It is time to lose so you can win

Demented girl with a deaf ear

He said goodbye. Did you hear?

Blind girl

Why can’t you see.You love him with all the emptiness in me

 You hope against hope that if you love enough

Your skin might grow tough

The scabs will no longer bleed

ANd you will no longer suffer

From the need

From the need

The urge to call is great. But I dont want to beg.

Or hold on to you.

I do not want to be your fool. ANd I would be. That would be me.

I need a boy.That doesnt treat me like a toy. Wind me up and leave me alone.

No.

Oh Crazy girl. Walk away. Oh Crazy girl..Why don’t you do what I say?

…

That is it. (yes I know my poetry is not happy but blergh…Who says..I have to write happy stuff)

in erotica I have a new essay and In current wit I have a new diary entry..I have been writing something crazy lately.

Tiamo mi amigos y mi amore,

The Demented Girl, Siarai