Like Me
Is there another us?
I looked for you in the darkness
wanting to be saved from this mess
can't you hear my cries?
I've become affraid of lies
affraid to be
for not many have liked me.
I hear where im wrong,
I'm trying to fix me and be strong
is there anyone like me
Ive wondered for so long.
About the Creator
T.H.
I’m just me, I don’t really write a lot,not that great at it, but sometimes I enjoy it. :)
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
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