They: A Poem

We are missing parts of ourselves because they became a part of us over time,

and we allowed it, all for the sake of love.

We let the night forever stand still, never letting us see the blinding light of the true nature of the sun.

They became a part of us,

and now moon sized holes fill our hearts that they inhabited because they have left us…

We risked our lives all for the sake of love that they can't seem to offer us.

We feel ripped apart, needing just to find a new piece of life to sew back together the damage.

The time comes to fill those holes with others: others that seemingly aren't they.

We disappear when we attempt to fill the holes, but it's all we can do to bandage an unhealing wound.

It's not hard though to let go of they,

because they didn't inhabit a big piece of us that really mattered…

We didn't truly loved them…

We love, yes… but only on the surface of our hearts and brains

because we couldn't let them penetrate further.

We were never really able to be ourselves around those that terrify and rape,

Never able to express ourselves without condemning and glorifying our thoughts,

Never able to just be around them like we can with those others…

We always knew this, but continue to ignore it even now…

We don't want to admit failure.

A failure of love,

A failure we've been told is our fault,

because it's our job to fix those they into something of our own liking.

Our lesson becomes Let Be and Let Live,

but we live in a system that doesn't Let Be.

We thrive in a system of retribution and disease,

disallowing a true love of they.

This is what happens when little girls and boys are psychologically conditioned from birth to think that romance and love with those they are the ultimate goals in life.

We tear ourselves apart trying to achieve just an once of love and then we tell ourselves we aren't worth it.  That we are ugly, damaged, stupid, enraged, fat, crazy, bastards, in need of change, a genius, gullible, all powerful, worthless, the king... because we are.... because of society's conditioning of how we act and behave.

We think it's our fault because the movies make it seem so easy to love and hate those they.  So black and white.  We think it's our fault because we live in a society where abuse and pain is kept secret from little girls and boys.

Oh, we know it, we know the abuse and pain happens.  We always have.  But it's oh so quiet on the home front.... The nuclear family is the ultimate secret keeper, even to themselves.