Please read the work of a talented writer.
You come from the juxtapose of joy
As I ate words of love
I had been starving for
Felt your surround like a glory
My body opening for the first time in years
To the rain of you and your outstretched us.
That safe place
Didn’t really exist
I had simply been running in diminishing blindfolds
Emptying myself of protest just as, in one glance, you fill me whole
Anything less is biding time before dying
And it’s not good enough! I want to feel FIRE.
I said into darkness
A strange person
I spent my youth
Acting multiple roles
Watching the stage from ceilings
And words? You have none, I have plenty
But they mean nothing
The purity of your act
Holding my chin and neck
As only one who owns my heart
Tells me more than any soliloquy.
I am a writer
Who doesn’t believe…
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