I Hate When No One Is Around To Appreciate That I Not Only Look Like A Goddess, I Feel Like One Too.

Tis that very lit time of year…..

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THE GAYS HAVE BROKEN FREE OF THEIR FLESH PRISONS

I can’t find it on tumblr and IT CHRISMAS GOD DAMMIT.

MERR CHRISMAS.

“Hi.”

Cause that was the only thing you could say. Really, you didn’t have a right to say anything. But you needed to. You needed to be here, back in this empty world again. “I know it’s been a... a really long time. You’re probably really angry. I don’t blame you. But I’m here now. I want to do something...I want-“

You want to help?

The sharp chill of the words made you shiver. But it didn’t surprise you. Why should it?

You want to do something...now?

Every emotion in those words is what started the tears. The accusation. The betrayal. The disgust. The despair. Nothing but the emotions of a person long forgotten and left to die. The person you once were.

“I’m sorry-“

You’re SORRY?

Black dust and curtains of dark matter whirled to life around you. You felt the anger in the sudden action. The hurt.

Why have you decided to come back? You left me for them. You abandoned me. You chose to become something you weren’t for them. And you dare to show your face to me again? Wanting to HELP?

The darkness suddenly lashed out and you went flying across the great, empty expanse. Your head hit the ground hard, but you felt nothing. Nothing could be felt in this place. That was the point.

The black winds swirled around you once again, striking wildly, unable and unwilling to stop. The fury within uncontainable.

“Please...” You began.

No.

They made themselves known, a black figure with glowing eyes appearing from the dark storm like a car appearing from a fog. Eyes that were dimmer than you remembered. Much dimmer.

Do not beg for mercy. You know how pathetic it is.

“Yea,” you coughed. “But I wasn’t.” The figure tilted its head.

Then you saw it. The light.

The light in their chest, trapped behind a thousand dark chains. It was barely flickering. The chains were cracked in some places, some were simply hanging from being broken long ago. But many were brand new. Shiny, harsh, and black as the darkness that was you.

“I’m sorry I left.” And that was it. That was all you said. All you could do as you lay there, weak and pathetic in front of the shadow that was once you. The real you. The person you forsook to please the ones you thought were more important than yourself.

The tears came down harder.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice wobbled. “I will never forgive myself for leaving you.”

You began to lift yourself to your feet.

“I will never forgive myself for thinking that I needed others’s approval to be whole.”

The figure began to back away.

“And I will never forget what makes me happy.” You stopped in front of them, shaking and humble, their eyes wide.

What makes you happy?

“Being you.”

...

“Being...

Being me.

Slowly. So slowly, the chains began to shake.

And began to break.

You’re a Queen When No One is Watching-

Why is it, in the late darkness of night,

When beasts roam my bedroom floor and monsters reach out from beneath my bed,

When everyone sleeps, but for the wild imagination lurking behind my eyes,

When I’m at my loneliest and most vulnerable,

My most wild, euphoric, depressed, inspired and wisest self,

That I am at my most beautiful?

When I decide I will no longer attempt to succumb to sleep’s blissful embrace,

When I enter a room with Alice’s looking glass,

And see the circles beneath my eyes, the gentle curve of my lips, and sharp lines of my once full face,

Why do I look like a goddess of war, the judge of your soul beyond death, the unstoppable, raging force of a true queen...

Why does the real me choose to show herself when there is no one there to see the rawness of being a real human being...

When no one is there to love the part of you that you love yourself.

The you you hide,

To save that last little bit of light from the darkness of others...

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