Delicately Devastated

There is this delicate part of me,
It's vulnerable and bare,
It's not easily shared,
When it's rejected I'm naturally devastated.

There is this hunger in me,
A hunger I do not often allow to surface,
A hunger reserved for him and him alone,
When it's not reciprocated I'm naturally devastated.

There is this passion in me,
It's not easily coaxed or ignited,
When it is, it's insatiable, it's uncontrollable,
Will I always want him more than he wants me and will it always devastate me?

There is this energy in me,
It's intense and all consuming,
It sparks in an instant,
He doesn't even notice it and naturally I'm devastated.

There is this intense need in me,
A need only he can feed,
Yet it seems a chore, a bore,
Naturally this devastates me even more.

There is this all consuming want,
A want to be entwined for hours,
A want for him to want me too,
When he doesn't want me, naturally I'm devastated.

There is this delicate part of me,
Hiding further and further away,
I fear it might just disappear one day,
Naturally I am devastated.

There is this part of me,
Now ashamed for being me,
Ashamed for being hungry,
Rationalise it all you want,
Naturally I'm devastated.

Say Something

There is something to be said,
About a dignified woman,
One who holds her head high,
Because she knows her worth.

There is something to be said,
About a graceful woman,
One who understands the fine line between equality and differences in strengths,
A woman who celebrates both in their own right.

There is something to be said,
About a woman scorned,
Who does not seek revenge or become bitter and twisted by life's heartbreaks,
A woman who does not stoop to lower herself regardless of the rage within.

There is something to be said,
About a patient woman,
A woman who takes her time,
To think, evaluate and then formulate an opinion or solution.

There is something to be said,
For a woman who not only knows her voice,
But knows how and when to use it,
Knowing that sometimes silence speaks loudest.

There is something to be said,
About a strong woman,
Never letting the world see the cracks,
Crying in the eye of the storm, smiling like it's the norm.

There is something to be said,
About a gentle woman,
One who knows that force doesn't always work,
A woman who only raises her voice for strong emphasis.

There is something to be said,
About these women,
And how they have shaped me,
Given me foundations to build the woman I want to be.