I’ve been nothing but obedient,
I’ve done everything I was told.
I’ve got nothing in return, nothing that I’ve asked for from you.
This year I requested three things, acceptance, appreciation, and mental embrace.
Its all so seldom to grasp now.
I’ve spent nights wishing on stars to become everything one can desire.
Instead I ended up having nothing but infatuation with myself.
Catching tears like raindrops, mapping cognitive directions from my heart to my mind. I’ve even gained powers.
I can see straight through myself now.
You gave me what every female yearned for in secrecy.
Transparency
Dear Divine, I want a refund.
You let my imagination fool me vividly.
In blatant sight, the middle of May you put me in the ring with Aphrodite and watched her beat me senselessly.
You owe me lengthy silent nights of conversation,
a braiding of two minds intertwining gracefully with thoughts that there may be hope.
I wanted to be touched without physical movement,
to communicate through eye contact, and share laughter from pure happiness.
Tricking me, capturing me, until I tasted the core from the inside soul.
Where’s my glistening smiling, glowing face, and warm spirit I get from love? I’m suffering reminiscing on the good things.
I’m in a stable coma, breathing walking, operating normally you’ve changed history. Even being content alone or together as one you’ve given me something that can’t die.
The ability to show passion, to give tenderness.
You’ve given me nothing, now I’m giving you this letter.
Dear Divine, you’ll reap what you sow.
I’ve asked for acceptance but since you can glance at your reflection so admirably you wanted to give me the same satisfaction.
I asked for appreciation, I haven’t gotten that either.
Long story short.
I want a refund …
– Brielle KD
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