Me, Myself and She

She lurks in my being
not screaming, instead
she whispers so softly
her words in my head

Her words are like daggers
"I've been here just waiting"
I've known it so long
the loving the hating

How could I embrace her
she'd silly and sappy
she cries when she's mad
and cries when she's happy

She's headstrong and sexy
and thinks so specifically
all that it has been
and all that it could/should be

Endlessly dreaming
constantly yearning
still the words she has spoken
are echoing, burning

If she is the me
that lives deep inside
then I guess I should finally
give this a try

Me

I attack with the power of myself
bestowed by ancestry
grown by life
I have mastered the art of me

This is not personal!

I have many other places to write all my personal jibber-jabber, this space is meant purely for creative writing/fiction. I can be very schizophrenic with my styles is I actually manage to get this going. I may write about things I'm not fond of in a way that makes me seem that I am, I may write about things that I actually know little to nothing about. I may even write a story that seem like it is lifted from the pages of your life and laid bare for all to see. Believe me, this is not intentional no matter how it looks it's really not so if I say something that seems too personal it would be best not to take it that way cause it's probably not even about you.