I’ve observed resentment grow
When as a couple shared space
The moment two became one
Identities were shed to censure
Is a solution to have own rooms
Taking turns where share desires
As interfacing finds its
Compliment organically?
I’ve observed resentment grow
When as a couple shared space
The moment two became one
Identities were shed to censure
Is a solution to have own rooms
Taking turns where share desires
As interfacing finds its
Compliment organically?
My limbs hurt so bad
In any position that I
Doubt the possibility of
Ever sharing a bed again
—
(Title of multiple meanings)
The veil of cloaks
Hides many injuries
The first time he’d tried on her
He had gotten in the way of it
His resultant reaction mortified
Causing shame for provocation
—
(Title of multiple meanings)
She had always been generous
Patient, tolerant as compliment
Believing she had time to receive
And trained too well to stay silent
“My eldest assures me that I still have time to live a wonderful life, and that we just need to find more healing answers.”
“I won’t put you through that again,” as he took her hand and gave her full eye contact in his sincerity.
“I promise to keep growing and comprehend…
You’ll never have to be alone, agaun.”
—
(Title of multiple meanings)
“Secure love.”
She had needed to be sure
She was not just going to
Have a hot tryst with him
No matter who he was
And regardless of how
Important he was to her
“How could he be there for everyone else, but not for me?
I don’t even really need to care, anymore.
I just don’t understand why I was branded negatable.
And maybe, it is better if I just avoid that whole thing.”
Shock…
That’s what it was that covered everything.
And fear…
Because it mattered so much.
It meant so much to her for him to be there.
Was it real?
Was that really him?
And he was there for her?
She had to know – she had to know, first.
Because she didn’t want to assume.
She couldn’t dare to be mistaken.
Because she’d wanted it to be true.
More than anything.
She used to stay longer and read in the bathroom
When under pressure from being undermined
She was sitting in the bathroom
Just eating a crispy rice treat
Because her head hurt
Although she could see the problem, felt his need, and would give everything most gladly – he was going to have to be the one to bridge for them.
The lock must be unlocked for the game’s rewards to begin.
So used to masking that
I don’t show what I need
“Love is always easy.”
He wanted her to call him a coward
He wanted her to lash out with rage
It was the pattern he recognized
But she would hold it close inside
No…
He couldn’t have her heat
Unless it was reciprocated
“I am too fu**ing tired to sob…”
I am too burnt out to
Carry this on my own
Congratulations
To the naysayers
(Mic drop)
Somewhere between not ready enough
And exhausted patience resides balance
“Nothin’ to prove.”
(Content of multiple meanings)
Maybe extreme shyness relates
To pushing past comfort’s zones
Lately I have had more anxiety
Because I feel raw to the bone
I’ve been crying more, as well
Usually in soul-wrenching sobs
But I guess this is to be expected
When sharing more of one’s heart
“You don’t get all of me for nothing.”
“When I was so very young, I was inspired by her loving singing through the radio waves.
It kept me alive when I felt that I had nothing and nobody.
Yet, I could soon tell that there was something wrong – as if I knew her and was tracing her patterns.
Note how wild, free, and talented that she was at eighteen years old.
How pure, fresh, and unafraid – breaking boundaries.
But men and society soon told her that she could not be “all and evetything” if she were to gain a man’s love.
So she diminshed, literally, by no longer eating.
She craved love so bad that she contorted her very being.
And I couldn’t stop her or save her.
I couldn’t tell her how much she was loved, cherished, and wanted.
I couldn’t tell her that I saw her and needed her.”
A simple request.
So she could catch her breath.
And process.
Just for a few minutes.
Let her finish the task and then recallibrate.
It had not meant “no.”
Ah – Gods No!
It had not meant that.
Never. Ever. That.
Lesson learned…
They were going to have to thoroughly down-to-finite-details work on redefining their communication together.
Because a “stop” did not mean don’t “go.”
Fear did not mean conclusion’s door.
And God Da** It – Why wouldn’t he believe her?!
She wasn’t the same as any prior programming.
She was a manifested glitch in the system – designed to glide through too long breakage to help with the mending.
As a moment trapped
Still reaches for linking
She could not stop
Possibility thinking
A very young man’s father
Ignored his good mother
Thus the young man’s pattern
Ignored his own wife’s needing
His best friend suddenly dumped
His own fiance for another woman
Then years way down the line he just
Dropped the woman in same manner
After projecting issues with mother
Onto her without clarifying desires
A different younger man struggled
Against being controlled by mother
Allowing this relationship tangle
To distort engaged commitment
Her own father abandonded her as child
Teaching love was only valued from afar
But then she met a man who fought hard
To keep his valued lover despite anything
Well yeah – she’d choose his mirroring like
Her own against-odds dedication – any day
By Athena Stairs, December 6, 2025
Yeah yeah
I know I know
I’m just supposed to
Forget about you
Yeah yeah
I know I know
They say to regret
My love for you
Ok fine whatever
However winds blow
We’ve got plenty of time
As my trauma has shown
Car crash shower slip
Life-threatened power trips
But I’m still a beacon
Harmless to the status quo
Not one of you brave enough
To stand in the light beside me
Only one of you still fighting for
What you were meant to be
Masks and mirrors
Masks and mirrors
My mind keeps spinning flowered heather
My heart holds tight in stormy weather
Excellent birds
Exotic feathers
Mating calls echo empty chambers
Window display of your flitting nature
Perhaps mine hasn’t been born yet
Maybe I’m caught in a time trap
It certainly seems the way of it
As songs compell misled illusions
So Yeah Yeah
I know I know
I’m supposed to
Forget about you
And Yeah Yeah
I know I know
I should regret
My love for you
This pre-encoded patterning
Watch me challenge nattering
Because I’m not going to resent
My soul’s need for love with you
And I’m not going to forget
What we came here to do
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I love you so
Ask me why
Your inspiration gave
My heart wings to fly
Although it bashes
About in this cage
I try to ignore its
Frustrated rage
Because I know that
You’ve your reasons
It’s my choice to
Weather seasons
And even if I
Can’t believe
I can choose to
Not walk away
There’s pressure on my heart
When I try to rest on my back
It is locked with no key
When I’m out in public
There’s a hollowness inside
Swollen aching secrets hide
A traceable imprint redefines
Where no other can compare
And if I’m being honest
I wouldn’t want them to
“We had ridden up way into the mountains – farther than I had gone since a child.
We stopped in one of the main tourist lodges to look around – and the raw crystal slabs of flourite caught my attention, having never seen any of such colored, resonant clarity before.
I turned to him and tried to deferentially ask, ‘Do you think I could get one of these, sometime?’
For I was still very young and not yet solidly employed.
A simple enough sharing of fascination’s joy and longing to hold something mystical in one’s possession as newly budding love’s symbolism.
But there was a piece of reticence in his vague reply – and I detected a strong hinted undercurrent of resentment, which shut me down immediately.
I blew it off and let the innocent request go, sensing sudden clouds of hidden potential conflict between us.
I didn’t understand why or what it related to at the time, but this having to read into what was expected of me to figure out how to keep him happy set the tone for imbedded insecurity in relationship inequality.”
If every little light is like a set of eyes
And every little chime’s a little lullaby
Then why can’t you sleep as souls keep
You in their hearts as if their own beat?
We have the same issue, it would seem
No matter how broadly-wide we dream
I’m thinking of you – thinking of me, too?
Maybe why I keep waking when needing
Repost from November 2024
I highly value doing
What I say I will do
“Looking in the mirror while prepping for evening activity, I see myself wearily – but happily – smiling to my self in the mirror.
I have not enjoyed these injuries stopping my abilities to ‘do my thing.’
I don’t know how I’m gonna.
But, I’m gonna!”
“There are certain moves they say that a woman must make in order to capture a desired man’s interest.
Or rather, moves to not make – which result in a retraction of energy that ‘keeps one’s cards close to chest’ to ‘retain one’s attraction, one’s power,’ etc.
For example, creating a song with an honestly-motived declaration of love is considered these days to be ‘so passe,’ they’d say – and surely would cause any man to run toward the opposite direction!
Right?
‘Of course…’
Instead, one should withdraw and be mysterious – one should never display true, open-hearted glimpses of one’s intentions!
This means that if I display any giving of myself freely, doing so will set up the impression that I am ‘easy to access’ – and then no man will see me as rare and desireable and that I am the best of all prizes.
Well, as my Dear Friend has unfortunately had to experience first hand, it turns out that despite what I display, I am not, in fact, so easy to access – despite any accidental impressions given.
(I am so sorry for our misunderstanding, my Still Desired…)
And, anyway – there is a huge logic fault to this kind of ‘withholding’ thinking.
Though these ‘strategies’ may work as a type of manipulation, they create broken lines of communication and prevent creating solid connection congruency.
It is true that my path has been extremely solitary – and maybe it is because I actually intentionally don’t play courtship games.
Honestly, I do not understand most of them.
I mean, why don’t people just communicate, directly?
Where is there security that two people are even on the ‘same page?’
And while I can observe some thrilling results from them, playing games is not something that has ever come easy nor automatically to me.
Maybe this is from retained hypervigilance after having repeatedly experienced multiple and varital types of social trauma?
Yet, more likely, it is because I have always had a preset of highly valuing honesty.
This predisposition naturally blocks gaming requirements of being able to easily slide into behaviors of ‘subterfuge’ in the name of outwitting competitors.
However…
I would like to learn some games to play that make courtship with My Desired plenty hot and spicey – don’t get me wrong!
Absolutely!
Sign me up and count me in!
But I’d prefer to have us clearly predefine the games’ rules and parameters to ensure that we can avoid any accidental harm or misunderstandings, and so that maximum mutual fun and benefits could be gained for our happy experiences.
(‘Stand under the stained-glass and I will know it’s you…’ – Sleep Token)
Honestly, I just prefer to be me – vulnerably daring – even if desiring someone openly ends up causing derision from society.
I believe that love and courtship are so much more fun when both partners feel how much they are loved and wanted from each other – and games played have outcomes providing mutual satisfaction winning.”