Month: April 2014

My identity…

I don’t have the identity we are presuppose to have….

so I eat like a pig, sleep like the dead, and keep the faith like an angel who is standing right next to me.

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:: hanging on your words

I see these endless possibilities,
yet I have dedicated my life to giving you unconditional second chances.

And I was confident in staying in my place because you have taught me well.

Your ambiguous love had no specific meaning.

Your common speech held common ground.

Unfortunately your commas between your common words never held any sound.

You’re desired to be my completed thought but you didn’t believe in punctuation.

So your sophistication was just infiltration.

And I’m still hanging on to every word you used for me.