Great Reads by Suki

  My voice will never be loud enough. My back aches from the pain of the dead women that I carry, I am homesick for a place that is safe, A place that I do not have to look over my shoulder, A place where my voice is not silenced by a blade to my stomach, Or a gun to my head, Sometimes a blow to my face. A place that, actually, does not exist.  Your minds reduce me to a shy, quiet person, You want me to always stay quiet To be reserved and only talk when you need me to.  You want me to shush, like a pinned wallflower But unfortunately, I am a wildflower,  And I don’t know how to be anything else.  All you see on my face is silence, All you see within me is a shadow.  Almost like a fleeting ghost.  But I am not, I can't be,  And will never be.  I won't be a waste of girl.  Or a waste of womanhood.  I am not you. I will never be you.  I am obsessive, I am intelligent, I am bold, I am crafty, I am rough, I am loud, I laugh like a ...

Please just love me. It can't be that hard.  Can it? I throw myself to you. I tear apart anything that stands in our way.  I beg but in silent words, That you see how this heart of mine, Is laid bare at your feet. My eyes search and search, I see you in faces of strangers. My hands shake for a while, Waiting for the weight of yours. I ask for your light to bend,  Just like light bends, in a dark room,  To just light my way a little. And I will have a reason to bloom.  How hard is it?  To put everything down, And ask me,  How can I kiss you tonight?  How hard is it, To hold me just for a night, To breath next to me. You make me feel like, I am a riddle to solve. Or a war you have to win. While I am just flesh and bone, Broken and real, In love and its unrequited, Yet I still yearn. In the hollow of long nights, Where the sound of your voice alone, Would crack my loneliness in half, Would make it more bearable, To breath one more time. To love you i...