To The Devil With You! Poem by crybaby clark

I am me,
this is who i am,
here in my body, in my soul,
I am that girl who likes to dance,
who likes to walk on a moonlit beach,
who runs up and down, back and forth, kicking up sand when fully stoked,
who picnics on the grass,
the one youv heard read Orwell aloud while waiting for the train.
I am my mind,
my eyes,
my ears,
my brain,
do i not think? - of all that time that stands between us?
do i not see? - the distorted view behind your eyes?
do i not hear? - the sound of your voice that cuts through my veins like a knife?
and does my tormented heart - not love? - YOU!
but you are right,
you can not win no matter what you do,
I should stay still, be quiet,
I should never have spoken,
or even searched beyond your eyes,
I didnt know it was you searching too,
and you could see
me as i saw you!
that other part we do not expose,
now laid open,
but how was i to know?
you wouldnt like her - the painter - the writer.
The lover - with so much pain,
such a small part of me -
that i can no longer regain,
she is out!
and has nowhere to go,
nowhere to run,
and nowhere to hide,
I should walk away unscathed, without another thought,
but id sooner die,
than go on being unscathed by you,
without another thought.
So now the devils come out to play,
and out to play, she will stay!