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Beautiful Mess

Beautiful Mess

There's list of all things
Of what makes me me-
Some childish, some grown up, some real
Some make believe. 

Some hit me hard while others reached me so deep. 
Warmed me, chilled me
Calmed and thrilled me. 
Shock me or broke me
Wrecked me, even saved me. 

Excitement, fullfillment
Disappointment too 
tranquility with color,
But despair oh so blue. 

Love and laughter- 
Raw passion, sweat and tears. 
Seduction , Surrender, rebellion, confusion-
Some fear. 
I screwed up, I did
No way to deny. 
I loved, laughed and dared life,
And many times did cry. 

Alone in a crowd,
Yet felt crowded alone. 
Been together- spot on, 
And in pieces on the ground. 
Easy to reach, but so out of touch. 
Here and then there- from life I want so much.

Passion unyielding if it's something I see-
I want what I want, 
When I want it, that's me. 

To own me some tried-
No, it can't be done. 
Don't tie me, don't cage me
You'll be left with none. 
Understand what I'm made of-
Don't pretend it's not there. 
Respect it, embrace it if you really do care. 

I am who I am, all good, all the bad
See who I am-
So much to be had. 
If it is too much- yah
I can understand. 
But I cannot change it- 
I am who I am. 

Love me or leave me
The choice is there
When I take my last breath-
I will know 
Who really cared.

emotionshow i feelidentityfree verse

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Cindy Cayton

November 25, 2014 at 3:31 PM

haha, Love this, its well written, you put it there. I want to read more of your stuff! :) C ya, Cindy Lu

Cindy Cayton

November 25, 2014 at 3:30 PM

At least your honest. I finally came to the conclusion at 48 years old, still waiting on the right one God put in my life. I am happy with myself. Its nice the hugs and when a writer from Ca. professed he was my true. The one in my life that I have missed, said OK with your clothes on? I do not understand men. Its a power thing. I denied him and look at him with all seriousness and told him I was joining a convent and meant it at that moment.