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I'm not the marrying kind.
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mother's determination,
And a man who smiles at me like I am his most treasured possession.
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mother's determination,
And a man who smiles at me like I am his most treasured possession.
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She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
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Dear Writer
Dear Writer,
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I
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There are Things Beneath the Garden
There Are Things Beneath the Garden:
~
There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
~
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
~
I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.
I love this little g
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Just because I know I'm not the marrying kind...doesn't mean I can't be the loved kind.
(I should label these Before K and After K. This one was before K, when I was sad and depressed and rather low on myself because I had stopped believing anyone could actually care about me...I met him the very next day. And he makes me feel like the loved kind. )
EDIT: Okay, context for all the people judging me and telling me there is something wrong with me: When someone has told you that you are damaged because you have a past, aka rape, miscarriage etc, etc, then eventually you start believing them. Please don't think I do not invest in my relationships because I do, only to be told I'm not good enough because I am not a virgin, speak out when I am being cheated on, not of the 'right' religion or their parents won't approve of me because I was raped and lost my children (Someone mentioned gender roles over here. I don't know where it is written that a woman has to be a virgin, chaste and do exactly what a man tells her to do to be a good wife either.).
So I say to all of those who have broken me: Maybe I am not the marrying kind. But since I can love with all my heart, maybe I do deserve a little bit of happiness anyway. Despite being the damaged 'fallen' woman that I am.
I think this background to the poem is important.
(I should label these Before K and After K. This one was before K, when I was sad and depressed and rather low on myself because I had stopped believing anyone could actually care about me...I met him the very next day. And he makes me feel like the loved kind. )
EDIT: Okay, context for all the people judging me and telling me there is something wrong with me: When someone has told you that you are damaged because you have a past, aka rape, miscarriage etc, etc, then eventually you start believing them. Please don't think I do not invest in my relationships because I do, only to be told I'm not good enough because I am not a virgin, speak out when I am being cheated on, not of the 'right' religion or their parents won't approve of me because I was raped and lost my children (Someone mentioned gender roles over here. I don't know where it is written that a woman has to be a virgin, chaste and do exactly what a man tells her to do to be a good wife either.).
So I say to all of those who have broken me: Maybe I am not the marrying kind. But since I can love with all my heart, maybe I do deserve a little bit of happiness anyway. Despite being the damaged 'fallen' woman that I am.
I think this background to the poem is important.
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I have found myself in a similar situation as yourself. I have a bit of a bumpy past and marriage doesn't entice me, but love certainly does. I've also recently found someone to give this love to me so I hope the man you met the next day can make you the loved kind.