I wish I respected myself enough
To raise myself from this bed of dirt
Enough to tell you
The things inside my head
I wish I could speak up
So that my words cut through this rope I can't let go of
This rope
That has cut through torn hands for so long
I had forgotten to patch the earlier wounds
The mere mention of love sparked confusion
And I had myself tied up
noosed up
Ready to go
For you
Now this infected love is making me sick
And my body is too weak to fight it
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PoetryThese are some poems related to my life. Some snippets of me but some of them are just random. Possibly. The subconscious can be funny. Maybe you'll relate. Maybe you won't either way.. It's something to read and another person's eyes to see the wor...
