Before I get the chance to hurt
I won’t let you see my blood until I do.
I will do this alone I will do this
I can not let you hurt me if you don’t know what it means I can not
Hurt myself unless I need to.
I think, maybe, quite a few times
going back over the
Requiems that are mine I swear they are not
I know I’ve seen.
I am certain of a presence that is neither mine nor
God. It is me, I am inside, but there I am and there she stands
She’s seen it all before me.
I envy her anonymity and
it frustrates me that
I cannot speak her words I
Cannot speak at all.
I fall in conversation I trip on
Sensitivity I’m smiling but
I just bit my teeth.
I wear myself with
and she is
“All it is is just a vision all it is is just a dream”
“One is a choice, and one is not.