Brown Penny
 
I whispered "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
 
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough,
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love,
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

~William Butler Yeats~

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Saturday
Oct032009

I Wish I Had Died Before I Met You

My heart bleeds tears
down my face,
my body barely contains
the pain
of my life being a lie.

A stranger inside
my soul rejects itself,
struggles to survive
each day
till night falls
with its quiet solace.

I want to be left alone,
I don’t want to be tricked,
I don’t want to be used,
I am not here for the taking,
for the raping -
of my dignity and worth.

I wish I had died before I met you,
when my life was my own.
There may at times, have been hardship or hurt
but I knew what was real,
I knew who I was,
I trusted and believed,
I was grateful
for everything, the good and the bad,
I did not fear the world
or other people.

That girl is gone.
You killed her.