A friend of mine told me I should introduce you to the real me. The person behind the sexual stories, and seductive words. I bet you wouldn't believe me if I told you there was so much more to me, parts unknown, uncharted, unspoken of. How would you react to knowing who I really am, where I really come from, what I really been through? Could you handle it? Would you run from it? Would you push the real me aside?I hide my true feelings, because I fear that you won't understand the depths of my soul and won't be able to grasp the beats of my heart. I tell you that everything is fine, when honestly if you looked in my eyes, you could swear you saw a piece of me die. I may laugh, joke, and let things side, but truthfully on the inside it's a struggle to survive. This world has me so twisted and turned upside down in my mind the thoughts I have push me to cry. The tears burn my eyes, stain my cheeks, wreck havoc on my mental for weeks that I start to think that I need to seek to speak with someone that can handle me when I start to emotionally get detached from myself. I try to regain my composure, but the fear of exposure that I may have shown you my weak side. My vulnerable state. The side of me that I try to hide and let no one see, that I am humanly me. My heart beat; irregular. My soul tends to linger instead of soar. My eyes tell the stories of my past, let you see in the present, and if you stare long enough without getting lost; you may have a peek into my future. At times it feels like my life is a glass tittering on the edge of life, one slight push could send me over the edge and shattering me all over the ground. Would you be around to help pick up the millions of pieces?
A friend of mine told me I should introduce you to the real me. The part of me that is really afraid to love because when I do, I take off the gloves, I throw in the towel, and I open my heart, mind, body, and soul to that one individual and pray to GOD that he doesn't let go. I love hard in hopes that it can make the worst day better, the tears he cries are ones of laughter, and subdue whatever pain he may feel. Even if I were to cry, kick, and scream; I know that he would just hold me close and let me get it all out with out me having anything to worry about because he loves me, unconditionally. I need to know that he would be the shoulder I can sob on, the ear to listen, and the arms that I can fall into when the world treats me so cruel.
A friend of mine told me I should introduce you to the real me. The person who went from a girl to a woman and lived to tell her tragedies, conquer her fears, and celebrate her triumphs. Through the pain, the struggle, the fights, the tears, that is where I was, here is where I am, there is where I will be. Understanding, maintaining, sharing the gift GOD has given me. Recognizing and loving me.
A friend of mine told me I should introduce you to the real me. Well this is she; the real me.
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