sometimes
the flowers sewn onto my sweater
or
the easy smile I wear
doesn't suit the inside of my soul well.
I've spent a decent portion of my life laughing
at jokes that aren't funny
ranting when I'm barely angry
and
wanting to be a person [of some mixture]
that I'm not.
the ache is making the board of me
bow and I can hardly remember anything
from the last few minutes
[or the ones before that, or the ones before that]
maybe it's because I'm lonely
or maybe the most exhausting and
depressing part
is the inability to be whole
around anyone but myself.
the flowers sewn onto my sweater
or
the easy smile I wear
doesn't suit the inside of my soul well.
I've spent a decent portion of my life laughing
at jokes that aren't funny
ranting when I'm barely angry
and
wanting to be a person [of some mixture]
that I'm not.
the ache is making the board of me
bow and I can hardly remember anything
from the last few minutes
[or the ones before that, or the ones before that]
maybe it's because I'm lonely
or maybe the most exhausting and
depressing part
is the inability to be whole
around anyone but myself.
2 Comments:
You, are truly gifted, my friend. Breath taking poetry and prose.
my I post this poem and cite your name and blog for it?
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