I am My Own

​I am all shallow breath

And knowing sadness

Soft moments I cannot touch

The idea of me

Pretending to believe my lies

Silent, aching, beautiful

The dying petals fall

There is sadness

In my heart

In my bones

In my breath

And it is sweetness

This is exactly me

And I am not afraid

To dance alone

I am my own to break

I am my own

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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