Now the ocean on my back feels calm to the touch
Smoother sailing for them all
But everything still flows down here
Where I shiver beneath them….
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Now the ocean on my back feels calm to the touch
Smoother sailing for them all
But everything still flows down here
Where I shiver beneath them….
….
I remember
It’s not a shiny little pebble
It’s a dull rock
Hard and brutal
….
Spring moon hidden, dark:
Under tumultuous black waves
Thrown pebbles vanish
I can say it, and that seems to get the message across. But all the rest of my love just falls flat.
How is it
that no matter how many curtains I draw
over every window I pass,
the dark can always find me?
…
This place isn’t mine
To carve my odd shape into
…
“It’s too much. Again. Again, you go too far!”
I hear it loud and clear.
“You are too much!”
I am too much,
But — too much for what? Too much for who?
…
It was you I was thinking of the other day
when I suddenly thought to myself:
“They make me feel so…. Normal.”
…
In the corridors of your presence
I find four heavy doors
Behind the first
If I want to make thoughts real
Can form the words
And can synchronize the throat
I do
Behind the second…
Crying is blocked when others would or possibly could see it.
When it does happen, I’m almost always alone.