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Raw eggs
I tried beautiful,
I tried pristine,
I was no good at it
I’m not neat within
I’m not “clean”
Even externally, I cannot master
Clearing every bit of clutter
I’m raw, like an egg
It’s not pretty to have a cracked head
But if I don’t
I’m practically dead
As inanimate and detached as my wooden bed
To be raw is
Painful,
Ugly,
Messy,
But it’s rich with fee...
Friday 8th September 2023 5:25 pm
One
I’m sorry to disappoint you
That I can be too sweet and so weak
And yet I can be cold and cruel too
That I can completely snap to my core
And morph into a creature of different sorts
I’m sorry that I’m not white or black
Or immaculate
Or of any matter
For that fact
I’m not anything
At all
Not wholly whole
You see,
Incompleteness
Has been my superpower
...Monday 8th May 2023 9:09 pm
Obsessed With You
I'm addicted to, all the
Things you do. The way
You look at me, make me
Breathe. I can face this now,
With you I now know how.
Your words enlighten me,
Your eyes, they help me see,
I've never felt this free.
Tuesday 19th June 2018 10:16 pm
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