Luvher - Joi Miner - Bog

She was never enoughLittle girl with bright eyes and big dreamsBorn with hernia expectationsBefore taking first breathIt all started with a faulty matriarch.One who should have been recalledCause the most intimate parts of her existenceWere missing...She worked hardTrying to be that thingThat unrealistic being that mother had created in her mindKnowing that she'd meet death beforeGenuine approval...But that didn't stop her.She had the heart of Most HighWisdom of ancientsAnd strength of Hercules.Running through life at lightning speedShe'd digest knowledge beneath covers at nightSo she knew how to address any plight that might ariseShe studied all...But herself.She knew lover's favorite colorFavorite movieFavorite songIt wasn't long before she had engrossedHer existence into theirs until you couldn't tell one from the otherSee, in loving them, she forgot to LovHerShe would shower them with affectionHoping to get just a smidge backTo replenish her dwindling supplySearched with magnifying glass for love in their eyesAnd when she came up emptyShe'd amp her efforts upUntil, she became too muchOvercompensating for those who didn't make the markCarrying their transgressions on her psycheAnd when she saw they had no heart, She gave them hers.Reading about regeneration once, She knew how to do itBut each time it grewHarder and harder to regrow vital essenceWithout sustenance needed for fuelBlood pooling in gaping space, She was suffocating in her sacrificesLosing self in search for completionBecause she was told she was never enoughLittle girl with bright eyes and big dreamsIt seems her demise be her own doingBecause reflection was there everydayShadow her companion that she neglectedbecause without light it went awayUntil she realized she was shiningThinking self Radioactive She feared that she would be quarantinedBy xenophobesThrown away with no hope of savingUntil she began to see that she...Could bend matter with her mindBirth dragonflies with her smileAnd even every once in a while speakAnd be called GodExpectations now a birthmarkShe'd grown into herself.Felt her own warmth wrapping around herLike quiltHer breath a cool breeze sliding across own cheekShe had begun to seeThat what she wasWas something so divineThat it couldn't be processed by mindsOf those on lower plane.Taking back her destinyShe blessed self with own nameTo remind herWhen times got toughAll she had to doWas LuvH